I’m 18, still pretty young to some people, but I feel old.. it feels like yesterday I was 16 and I felt old then.. maybe it’s the same naive teenager-ness that leads me to think that, but I think I have defiantly hit this wall that is reality running. Its like I am at a huge fork in the road and I didn’t pack a map. That’s not entirely true.. I have a map but I cant seem to read it. I know I have to have a direction sooner or later and I know that direction is going to be in Gods timing and at Gods will, but I defiantly need to find out what to do with the now to find out where I am headed, I need to know what to pack for the hike up the path I end up on.