My Freshman Year

My first year at UK was a blast. I was so green in my youth when I first came here that every opportunity and experience was golden to me. As I sit here writing this, however, I realize that though I clung to my fresh start at first I was slowly letting it go. I was re-experiencing the world and it was amazing, but deep down I knew it couldn’t stay that way. So I soon found myself doing the same thing over and over again. My loss in vigor was upsetting and I felt the new me grieving. But in the end I suppose everything that was once new becomes old, like dawn too day….and that nothing new could stay that way.

My inspiration for this was Robert Frost’s: Nothing gold can stay

Nature's first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf's a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay.

 

As if it wasn’t already really obvious…