IT WAS ALMSOT FOUR YEARS AGO that my mother closed the door on my childhood. Or so it seemed. That night, when she closed the door, I knew that tomorrow would start the era of adolescence- high school.
I didn't know about the journey that the next four years would bring. I didn't know the irreplaceable friends I would make, the losses I would inevitably suffer, and the memories which I could not avoid making.
Just a few minutes ago, I closed the door on that time, and as it clicked into its frame, it sealed the joy into my triumphs and the sorrow into my lost battles.
Would I change anything? No. I made mistakes. I hurt myself. I hurt the people I care endlessly about. But that pain made me who I have become just as the pain I know I have caused others has changed them. And knowing that I have hurt has left its mark on me. But regrets? No. I love who I am--in all my imperfections and shortcomings. And the people who have loved me when I could not even love myself?-they are even more special.
Tomorrow, I embark on a new journey. A journey of self-discovery, a journey of wins, and a journey of losses. But most of all, a journey of finding the destination. I will leave behind my friends and my family in search of new friends, and the people who will become my family. But I will not abandon the people I know now-for they are all far to precious to lose. So don't think of it that I've left. Think of it as I'm just not around as much. Because as long as your are in my heart, we will never truly be apart.
I will return to you.
What do you mean by "my mother closed the door on my childhood."
ReplyDeleteWould you please elaborate?
My mom shut the the door to my bedroom. I added the metaphoricalness to it...Do I know you?
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