A Word on Squalch

It's been 15 years, and I still haven't started my life. That may sound like a hyperbole, but honest to God, I'm only just realizing how true it is. 15 years old, and what have I done? It's certainly more than enough time to master some form of an art or learn some nifty trick, but the only art that I've mastered thus far is walking and interpreting language- and even at that, I don't speak it correctly. I still don't know where I'm supposed to position my tongue to correctly make an "s" sound that doesn't resemble a "th" or "sh" or something of the like that.

So this leaves me wading in a pool of squalch. Squalch: a term coined by Miss Emily herself, meaning to do something, but not really anything. So yeah, I've spent my time doing things like writing fanfictions and washing my hair and reading posts on reddit, but what spectacular? What amazing? I know five chords on the guitar, the note placement on a piano, the proper use of a semicolon, how to machine wash bright colors, and make a decent smoothie. So why, while I'm doing this, are there 12-year-olds traveling with Broadway productions, teenagers publishing young adult adventure novels, bloggers who become a household name?

How could there be other teenagers out living through amazing life experiences, while I'm stuck in the middle of Nowhere, USA, in a constant state of squalch? God knows I've been pushing myself to get places, but all to no avail.

So here is the challenge, which I place upon myself, and anyone out there finding themselves stuck in a rut where they are doomed to endlessly squalch: Start today. Everywhere you look, you'll find bits and pieces of opportunity that others have so carelessly let pass by. These, I will pocket. So while those surrounding me are simply concerned with trivial aspects of high school- things that, a month from now, will be of no importance to anyone at all- I'm going to gather up as much human experience and articles of Emily that my burlap sack can bare to carry, and with these I will push myself on. No more trivial concerns, social boundaries, or timidity. It is here that I signal the beginning; the first eve of the rest of my life. If you will join me, then here, take my hand. If you think I'm just spewing words, talking impossibilities- then get the fuck out of my way, because I am unstoppable and you are unimportant.

You know where to go from here. Unlace your chains, discard your inhibitions, and put on a helmet, because we're not slowing down- I just hope you'll be able to keep up.

|emmy|