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I Believe in Daisies
I don’t know why, but ever since I was young I’ve always liked daisies. Now that I am a few years older, I now realize that they represent the way my life is and how I live it. With that being said, I believe in daisies. Now I can’t honestly tell you when I actually started liking them, but what I can say is that no matter how long I’ve liked them, they will always be a part of me.
Now that I am a junior in high school, I am just now seeing my life change. This whole time, I’ve just been going day by day living with what ever happens. Of course, some big events have happened in this time period, but I don’t think any of it ever really hit me till recently. Now, it is May, the sun is shining and summer is ever so slowly approaching. With my best friend being a senior, he will be graduating soon. I think this is the first realization I have come to. The fact that I am still a junior and my best friend is telling me who his dorm partner is, is just all so weird. I’m used to the days when all we would talk about is relationships, schoolwork, or what ever else comes up in our heads. I knew this day would be coming eventually, but I had no idea how it would feel. Everyone around me is growing up, and I never even realized it.
This is exactly how I believe in daisies. You see, when you plant a flower, you get all excited and can’t wait for it to grow into something beautiful. Then, everyday you check the seed, and it feels like eternity until it grows into something actually real, and then the moment you stop looking at it everyday, it’s completely grown! This is how almost all people live. I can almost accurately say that 95% of seniors would say that high school went by so fast for them. To me, each day lived, goes at a slow to normal pace, but as a whole, it speeds by me. Now all I can think about is how it’s going to be when I’m a senior. What am I going to do? The only people in my life that keep me up through the day are my friends, but more importantly, my best friends. Everyday I look forward to 2nd and 3rd period, just because I know that is the one time we all are together, and all have a good time.
The number one thing I am afraid of loosing is all of our little bonds that we have together, like the late night phone calls. I always say I wanna go back to bed, but yet I end up talking for an hour just to attempt to solve each other’s dilemmas. No matter how tired I am, I honestly look forward to those phone calls. It reassures me that I still have my best friend and that he’s still there too. The phone calls to me are like looking at the daisies every day. It allows me to check up, and make sure everything is okay.
Daises are planted, grown, and then soon die. Although they have to die at some point, you can always press it, and have it forever. And more can always be grown. But no matter how many you grow, there is still just one that you never want to wilt. There will always be that one flower that you press inside of a book and keep forever.
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