In high school I was a track star. I ran sub 5 minute miles, and thanks to the culture of the American high school system, I was popular because of it. Everyone in my school at least respected me. It was the first time in my life I had social status, and it there was nothing that could equate to it at the time. All my friends exalted me. My peers would mention my relevance in passing. Girls constantly wanted my attention, and some of them would hit me over my head with a fish until I gave them the time of day. My teachers and employer thought I was going somewhere and did everything to help me. My extended family were constantly demanding that I tell them of my adventures. Most of all, my parents finally stopped thinking of me as a functionless vegetable and as a real person. I remember my 18th birthday was the peak of this experience. I got cool designer jackets, five hundred dollars from my grandparents, and most of all, my best friends were there. My mom literally mentioned to me at one point during the party "life is good". Life is of decent quality today, but I feel that the previous experience is out of touch with my current life. I usually have to set 5 alarms to get up on time. I then go to my job, where my coworkers are unhappy and unmotivated. I do try to keep positive in my prospects and tell them they still have a chance at life, but all that does is make them uncomfortable. They appreciate who I am, but I have suspicions that they feel somewhat envious of where I am. Meanwhile, my social status is a former shadow of itself. My friends still try to keep in contact with me, but the conversations on average don't span as long as I'd like them to. My peers, although still somewhat supportive, are too busy with their own lives to pay much mind. My teachers merely recognize my presence and not much else. That brings me to my family. Nowadays thanks to petty family politics, individual families in my extended family have become entrenched factions where their personal idealisms are valued very highly and I can't tell if there is an air of hatred or condescension with the other families (maybe both). They will all still socialize as much as they did before with me, but refuse to talk to someone else in my family in the same way. My high school memories were fantastic, but the reality of them is locked away in the grasp of an arrow of time that no matter how hard I try to run and catch it, it keeps increasing its distance from me. I then resort to projecting this nostalgia on others, but they also are heading their own way. When I have no where else to turn, I turn to forms of media such as this one to let my visions loose. No one told me that should you maintain an energetic and mostly positive outlook on life, many others will fall around you and simultaneously burden you with their conformity to the weight of daily life. I do sometimes have trouble dealing with this, but I can't let that happen. I will sustain myself and my visions of grandeur, even if others are not as strong as me. I can't stop the arrow of time from advancing, but I can follow it to new horizons and times ahead.