It’s kind of weird, but I rarely fathom and dissect the emotions I go through. Lately, though, I realized that I cling onto moments that I wish I could keep longer; it’s hard for me to move on with life, with people, with things in general. I love living in the moment; it makes me feel relatable to society and incredibly thankful for everybody I’ve come to known. Sometimes I wonder what my friends and the people I love will do a month or a year or 10 years from now. But most importantly, I live with the fear that they won’t be part of my future and I won’t be in theirs. The mere fact that life goes on and we all have to grow up is to an extent very agonizing and so somber.