I lie awake in my bunk driving through the washington mountains on route to idaho. My mind often wanders and races in the time that I lie down and that I actually fall asleep. I seem to be stuck on the thought of marriage. This could be because I had to get measured for my friends wedding that I am lucky enough to be a part of in January. The thought hits me, where did the time go? It wasn’t but 5years ago that I was playing in a band with this dude. We were yóung and stupid. It seems that a lot of my friends I went to grade school with, high school with are either married, engaged or have kids. This leads me to myself, A single early twenties dude. I’m not sure what the perfect age is to get married. I figure that when I do get married then that is the perfect age. Part of me thinks it would be the most incredible thing. Part of me says you’re to young, live. Part of me says you need to settle down. Part of me says you’re scared to do either. I don’t really know where I’m going, but I know I’m moving forward. I don’t really know the future but I remember my past. I guess the point I’m trying to make is this. What you’re happy with might not make everyone else happy. This is your life though, not theirs. Let the chips fall where they may, and just enjoy the ride.