It's funny how things change. Situations you were once comfortable with become uncomfortable, and vice versa. People you once felt safe around are now you enemies, even if they are you family, your childhood friends, or those who you looked up to as your own personal counselor. You almost forgot that while you were changing, they were too. You enemies have become your closest friends. The people who you trust, or who you thought you could trust, are now the people you wouldn't believe if they promised to pay back a galleon, or a sickle for that matter. Maybe you would a knut, but only if brutal force is applied.
One day you wake up, and you realize, the present system if different from the world you were once so accustomed to. You whole perception of life has changed. The life you dreamed of when you were playing in a field of daises has become an almost unfathomable memory. The places and people that you were once so comfortable with are now almost intangible. You wish with all your heart that things could go back to the way you want them to, but striving for this goal is unreachable, since you can't grow younger, or become less experienced. Sometimes I wish I could go back to that field of daises. There, it is possible to still have hope, which is now lost because you are not the person you thought you would be. You don't live the life you thought you would. You do not have what you thought you wanted. Maybe, just maybe, you even have something that you thought you didn't want. You have not become who you wanted to be. It is too late to change it. No one else has become that great and daunting person either. Sometimes things turn out better, and sometimes, they turn out worse. You can never tell. Like I said, one day you'll wake up and realize the world is different. Sooner or later you will have to deal with the harsh realities of the world and have to grow up, understand that you are no longer safe from harm or responsibility. You'll say, wow, am I really that old? Did I really do that? Is this who I am? Or is this who I wanted to be?
No matter how much your loved ones prepare you for life, you will never comprehend what they are talking about until you actually have to live what they have tried so desperately to warn you of. When you are young, you wish for the future to come as quickly as possible, only to realize that what you really wanted was to be a baby forever. Parents, siblings, grandparents, and best friends are no longer a haven of comfort. No longer can you go to them for advice or ask them anything. On the contrary, they are now a source of the greatest frustration, since you have grown apart and can no longer have the same relationship that you once used to. The irony of it is that you never realize it until it is too late to change the future. It has become inevitable. There is nothing you can do about it. It infuriates you, but the only thing you can do is try to make the best of the new situations given to you and except that, like all things in life, new and old things are bitter sweet.
Adults will always tell you to plan for the future, with that hope of preparing you, but those who constantly focus on doing so never seem to realize that the future has already come. Or, maybe, in your mind, your "future" will never come. Life is too short to be spent on always planning ahead. This is where all of the levels of planning come into. There are three levels of planning: too much, too little, and just enough. Just enough is when you live as well, if you just live. If the future were predictable, then what would be the fun in life? More importantly, what would be the point in life? You were given free will for this reason: that you would not become a robot. This is what I begrudgingly learned from falling in love with James Potter. My name is Lily Evans. Welcome to my life.
