Some people say it's the beginning of the rest of your life, or a new chapter in your book.
The fact is, the door has closed, the time has passed and can never be retrieved. Forget about the times you were forced to sound sufficiently articulate or the times you were forced to do equations with eyes shut tightly.
The truth is I'm afraid. I loved where I was, so safe and unchanging. The gritty sanctuary full of comfort and the idea of knowing exactly where I stood.
The feeling of being pushed on is so hard. It's like I've given all that I could give. I was needed, everyone depended on me, I triumphed and I led. But my turn is dead, it's over, and has reached its end.
I suppose it's time to start my new chapter, but I am realizing I needed them more. I continued to tell my self how much they needed me, but I failed to see how much I depended on them.
Yes, I am more than afraid, but I think I'm ready. Maybe it'll be full circle or I might end somewhere I never imagined. This intoxicating rush of contemplations are drowning through my worried thoughts. Giving my wonders to God is finally beginning to ease my mind. I understand the importance of moving on and letting someone else find their great potential the way I found mine.
My embedded footprints were long lasting but now the steps of another must walk over them and leave their own mark.
Indeed it's time to move on and take my knowledge, my experiences, and the love I've gained and put it to use somewhere else in my path.
Hail Point Loma High. I love you SDFC
