Stories about Adulting, handling rejection, etc.
I taste the warm salt through my teeth.
I missed this, really–pain–crying, grimacing silently and clenching my fists till my palms blossom into white and then my blood drains.
Pain. Tasteful pain–plunging deeper into pain until my tongue dries, and tear ducts on the inside corner of my eyes sting.
I’m seeing the simultaneous blurring and clearing of my vision as my last tear flows.
There’s a hollow block inside me being dragged down by ropes, tugging the walls of my wretched heart.
I try touching the ceiling from my bed, only to realize my hand is miles, miles, and miles away from it.
Everything is so beautiful. I feel alive. I’m a person.
Pain is good, it is. It juxtaposes the tainted from the pure.
My heart is screaming.
How lucky I am to have felt, than not to have felt at all.
College didn’t teach me everything I should know, but surely I’m not alone in having these significant realizations to share — apart from knowing that Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell.
These are “lessons” that I can’t easily discuss out in the open, but instead, probably pass on as a set of guidelines to the new set of youngsters.
So take these with a grain of salt:
5. Friends come and go
Probably the earliest, but the hardest pill to swallow.
Back in high school, I had a clique that I highly favored more than *shudder* a boyfriend. This goes without saying but they gave me happiness, and a sense of adventure — something I believed I lacked as a child.
We had the best of times, yes, but as soon as College happened the inevitable also followed. We grew apart, but it doesn’t mean that the friendship wasn’t real.
The good thing is some friendships were sustained, which made me more appreciative of the word friendship.