I̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢m 18, does it matter, does this day stand apart from yesterday? Has my maturity level increased with but a passing of the Earth around the sun? no. men put such an importance on age, on meaningless dribble, it doesn̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t matter how old I become, until I mature enough to behave like the man I want to be, I will always be to young, I̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢m to old for thing things I long to do, and to young for the things I crave. Where does that leave me? Right here. Sitting on my bed at 4:30 in the morning typing out the thoughts of my heart. I̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢m 18, I̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢m more than halfway through the first two years of college, and guess what, I have no [bleep]in clue what I want to do with my life. There are so many things that I could do. So many people I miss. So many choices I will make, that without me knowing it will effect the outcome of my life. I accept this all and try my best to put my faith in God and take each day as it comes, but everyday I regret a decision or fear that I made the wrong choice, and what if I do? What if I make a choice that messes up my life forever. The faith that I have chosen to follow says that if God has a plan for your life he isn̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t going to let you, little old human you, mess it up, but it̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s so hard for someone who thinks as much as I do to just put my faith in someone let alone that a God is overlooking my future, but I guess that̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s why it̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s called Faith and not, ̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬Åknow̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ