I found myself in a pause, one of pain and happiness, one of terror and eagerness. I stood waiting. Waiting for my name to be called. All that stood in front of me was a handshake and a diploma. Four years passed with tears, with laughter, and with memories. And the once distant future had quickly become the reality.
I learned that love is a chance; a leap one must take. But you can leap, and you can fly. And flying is the best part.
I learned to defend religion, mine or others. Standing tall for anything worth believing in.
Imagination became my source of happiness and strength; the idea of what things could have been like if I were in charge of my own destiny. For in my dreams, my family was healed and whole again, repaired from the storm death delivers.
I saw smiles in the students around me. Smiles which brought my memories and comfort. I learned that as we grow, friendships grow, some stronger, some weaker.
My obsession became my future, as college apparel filled my wardrobe, eagerly waiting a new chapter in my life.
I learned that life is satirical at times, teaching us as we journey through.
I was happy with the person I had become. The one my teachers knew me as, the one my friends knew me as, and the one strangers knew me as.
Adventure was life. A journey that was never ending. Sometimes up, sometimes down, sometimes left, and sometimes right. Not only was the adventure that path I took, but all that came along with it: good or bad.
Reality had become the “now what?” feeling as I walked onto the other side of the stage, diploma in hand. The future had been handed to me, becoming my present.
I wondered how an achievement could be so painful but exciting. A new start, and old finale. A bittersweet end, a bittersweet beginning.