I was sitting on my old leather office chair, scribbling notes attempting to pass it off as acceptable homework. I wasn’t particularly thinking of much, especially not my homework. I was letting my mind wander free, as it has been constrained all day by school and society. And then, it hit me, that one day, I will crave to be sitting right there, loathing my homework. One day I’m going to wish that homework was my only burden. One day it’s going to hurt seeing my old life, the old pictures, my old friends. I’ve got it all wrong, the good days aren’t ahead of me when I graduate; they’re right now. They’re right here. And one day I’m going to wish that I had taken advantage of them.