Two Years

I remember when I was in highschool facing my last two years, and thinking, if I went on a short term mission trip for two years (like an older friend of mine had done), then I would want to really live those two years, so I should try to really live my last two years of highschool. ("Really live" as in valuing the time and opportunities given to you at that time.) Quite ironic, really. Since then, I have lived life in two-year segments (more or less), sometimes trying to really live those years, sometimes having attitude problems, sometimes struggling with both. Sometimes we are where we want to be. Sometimes not. Sometimes we are preparing to go where we want to go. Sometimes not. But are we really living where we are?