The older I become, the more I realize the things which were so vastly important in the past are slowing becoming irrelevant in the present. When I was younger, I had to consistently be around people in order to feel at ease. I had to be one-hundred percent social, one-hundred percent of the time. Without a doubt, I needed my friends. Without them I was nothing. As the years have gone by, that feeling has faded away. I still love and adore them as if they were my brothers, but I’m across the country now, and I feel no need to try and establish what I once had. Instead of finding myself stuck in that all-embracing circuit of needing attention to feel complacent, I can work on myself. I’m able to hone in on what personality traits I want to work on and what goals I want to reach. I am less concerned with taking pictures with groups of empty people to prove to the world that I am relevant, and more concerned with simply being happy. This is growing up, and most of the people I see and interact with on a daily basis are cemented to a phase in which their world revolves around the acceptance from other people. They are the truly vacant ones.