Blast from the past

Look what I found. Here it is, folks, John Swartz from 1999. It's interesting, the thoughts that run through your head when you look at old photos of yourself, your friends and family. Take that photo, for example. That's me, obviously, on the way to my senior prom. I saw that picture on my father's flickr site, actually. I look at the barely-a-man in that photo, and I wonder. Did I live up to his hopes, dreams? Did I exceed them? Am I where he thought I'd be about now? I also look at my date. Now, she's a married mother one, maybe even two by now. How we've both grown since that afternoon. Heck, I can even grow a beard now. Just look at that babyface!

I'm happy where I am now, quite happy, actually. But sometimes, every now and then, I wish I could go back to that day and do it all over again (shoot, I had already taken the SAT and been accepted to ECU by that date). I wonder what different decisions I would have made. Had I made those decisions, would I have been given the opportunities that I've had up until now? Would I have had better opportunity? Less opportunities? Who knows.

That's what you get when you mix reflection with beer.

Night, all.