This too shall pass.
I’ve been hurt many times, and so have you. As growing adolescents we played freely throughout the simplicity of our lives, skinning knees and bruising elbows, only for our wounds to heal. As our metaphoric birthday cakes gained candles, we learned that friendships have an expiration date, and so did our extended family member’s lives. Through it all we healed, or coped, and the sadness passed. Regardless how major the complication is, overtime it will be fossilized beneath layers of newfound circumstance.
When I moved cross country I experienced a deeper cut into my happiness than ever before. The most miniscule offenses built up into a tsunami, coming in waves, splashing salt water into my wounds. I’ve never felt so isolated before in my short life. Surrounded by groups of friends with years of memories, a plethora of inside jokes, and no room for a desperate plus one. After school I wasn’t spotted at the crowded dances fuming with body odor, but instead sheltered within the four walls of my bedroom. Music fit for movement and dancing didn’t shake the wood floor beneath me, but plodding melodies radiated from my cheap headphones. Hands on a clock remained in place, and despite my beliefs, I felt trapped in time, claustrophobic. …show more content…
Memories were made in bulk, photographs documenting the events plastered social media and my bedroom walls. Motivation began to flood my brain like the melting snow did my basement. My misfortune was temporary, every predicament an individual will ever face is
I’ve been hurt many times, and so have you. As growing adolescents we played freely throughout the simplicity of our lives, skinning knees and bruising elbows, only for our wounds to heal. As our metaphoric birthday cakes gained candles, we learned that friendships have an expiration date, and so did our extended family member’s lives. Through it all we healed, or coped, and the sadness passed. Regardless how major the complication is, overtime it will be fossilized beneath layers of newfound circumstance.
When I moved cross country I experienced a deeper cut into my happiness than ever before. The most miniscule offenses built up into a tsunami, coming in waves, splashing salt water into my wounds. I’ve never felt so isolated before in my short life. Surrounded by groups of friends with years of memories, a plethora of inside jokes, and no room for a desperate plus one. After school I wasn’t spotted at the crowded dances fuming with body odor, but instead sheltered within the four walls of my bedroom. Music fit for movement and dancing didn’t shake the wood floor beneath me, but plodding melodies radiated from my cheap headphones. Hands on a clock remained in place, and despite my beliefs, I felt trapped in time, claustrophobic. …show more content…
Memories were made in bulk, photographs documenting the events plastered social media and my bedroom walls. Motivation began to flood my brain like the melting snow did my basement. My misfortune was temporary, every predicament an individual will ever face is