Where do I even begin? I’ve been meaning to someday talk about this topic for a really long time, every few months from a different angle. I could start by talking about how just short of a few weeks ago, I was terrified because I thought my mom died in a church bombing. Or maybe I could write about the first time I felt like I was genuinely and completely part of a community. Perhaps I could dwell on how I easily surpassed my life long identity crisis by just understanding more about my beautiful culture and heritage. It does seem like we will have to drop by all these important milestones to get to the big picture so here it goes..
People are constantly walking in and out of your life all through out. How many times have you thought someone was going to always be there for you through thick and thin? Thought they would be by your side through life for a relatively long time? Thought they understood you the most out of everyone you knew around? Only to look back at the past and remember how different your impression once was. Unfortunately, I would say that almost everyone has had a surprising revelation that someone wasn’t who they thought they were, leading to disappointment and a lot of thinking needed be done.
This post is a lot harder for me to write than I thought because of the recent issues that I’ve been facing. As a new university student, there’s just been so much going on with me as a person and surroundings. Decisions have to be constantly made in regard to how I manage my time, energy, money, and relationships. The latter, unsurprisingly, has been the most difficult to handle and has brought me the most unease and stress. Continue reading “The Ones We Let Go of”