Someday

Someday…

Someday, I hope I’ll get better at living. At finishing my Euro questions instead of writing a blog post, at remembering to think before I act. I hope I’ll remember to love other people instead of seeing the motes in their eyes. I hope I realize there’s a gigantic beam in my eye. Someday, I hope I won’t need Superman, or rolls, or chocolate, or pijamas.

Someday, I hope that when I say I’ll do something, I’ll remember to do it. That I’ll write to my brother to tell him I love him every week. That I’ll call my siblings to tell them it too. That my parents won’t have to guess that I’m grateful for all the sacrifices they’ve made because I’ll show my gratitude through my actions. Someday I hope I’ll be humble and kind enough to say, “I had a good day and I’m proud of the way I handled it.” Someday, I hope I’ll understand trials and the Austro-Prussian war.

Someday, I hope I’ll forgive and forget. That I’ll be an example of what to do instead of what not to do. That I won’t need compliments to survive. That I will be happy just being me, in the place that I am, in the time that I’ve arrived there. Someday, I hope my friends will know how much I appreciate them. That I’ll know it. Someday, I’ll stop feeling sorry for my silly self and start serving the people who need it.

Someday, I’ll say sorry and they’ll know that I meant it. That my sorrys mean something. Someday, I hope I’ll be able to run forever and ever. That I’ll want to practice. That I’ll be able to flip out of my bed to kneel and pray even though I’m tired. That I’ll practice what I preach. That I’ll recognize truth and virtue. That taking out my contacts won’t be so hard to do.

Someday, I hope I’ll stand up for what I believe in, and remember why I’m doing it.

Until then, I’m trying. I love you. Have a good day.