I’m scared that I am stuck on the same scratch of a record, that time keeps marching forward without me, tracing endless and expanding circles in my wake, that one day I’ll wake up and wonder when I was supposed to do all those things they say life is really about—the heartache and the love and the mistakes and the fun.
But, at college, we come to know that the value of a friend is found not in their proximity, but rather, in what happens in the gaps between.
I want you to remember that to be alive is to die one day, and that you should never feel guilty for getting one more chance, one more morning, one more moment to experience, to grow, to regress, to be.
Stepping inside West Campus' main dining hall reveals the strange new world of eating at Duke.
