And just like everything in this life, nothing lasts forever. In spite of the dreariness, the longevity of feeling as though you can never escape a particular moment, everything, sooner or later, passes, moves on, and departs. Every moment, no matter how prolonged, or how swift, is not for keeps. Even a memory is deceptive in time.
And now that the time where I felt I was crushed, where I felt we were stifled is over - I can look back with those age old wise eyes and wonder in fact whether that time was where I, where we, were at our free-est. Maybe so. Maybe this life is one collection of being in situations you are trying to hold on too, or trying to forget.
I can tell you the ending of this story before you have even read the first paragraph. We survived. In our own ways, we all have our own childhood scars to bare, to hide, to exhibit. Some of us still parade them like trophies we can never forget, some of us have buried ours along with our childhood dreams. Some of us just couldn't move on. But we did all survive, and have formed some type of life. And I marvel at how different we all are.
I for one am happy with my lot. It is not what I thought it would be, it is not as successful as I imagined. But i am proud every day of my life for those who i love around me, for those friends I have created, for the personality I have adorned.
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