Today has been a day of reflection. As an adult I feel like I'm supposed to be gaining answers regarding life. I feel like the older I get the more I do NOT have it figured out. It's like I'm hopping from one lily pad to another. Lily pads labeled with "college" "dating" "death" "birth". Jumping from one to another is becoming exhausting. I'm starting to think that the task never ends. Eventually, it just becomes tolerable. I guess it's true what they say: "It's not the goal being reached, but the way you reach it" that really matters.