Thursday, April 4, 2013

Moving on

This is a letter I wrote to myself the day I left college. It was a cathartic moment to leave behind the old: many people, many experiences and many unnecessary struggles. Here’s to the rebirth from breaking out of an eggshell of discomfort, a confining boot of antagonism and a terribly parochial whirlwind of self-destruction. It may be vain, it might be naive. It might be foolish, or whatever you want to call it. But if you look at it from this side of the looking glass, it is cathartic.

Dear Me,
You get up in the morning and the air smells sweet. No matter what the day is likely to bring you – you just feel buoyant. Buoyant with a sense of joy that nothing in the world can destroy. You are where you had to be, and you are where you have come. You have the world at your feet, and your life ahead of you. Wake up, take it up, and fly. Fly as high as you can, as high as you want, as high as you can dream.

You are who you are, and no one can take that away from you. It doesn’t matter what names they chose to call you. It doesn’t matter what they thought of you. They were them, and you are you. They never mattered, nor will they ever matter. You had nothing to do with them, save for the fact that you were one match among many others, jammed into a box not necessarily by choice. Yes, they were uncaring. Yes, they were callous. Yes, they were heartless, and by all means, unfair. But they didn’t matter, not one bit. You didn’t need to put up with them, and will never need to – remember, out of sight, out of mind, right? So when they didn’t matter, and will never matter, what they said shouldn’t either.

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So shut the vermin out. You couldn’t when you were around them – them lingering in a setting of atmospheric commonality was a difficult obstacle when you wanted to shut them out. But now you can, and now you will.

Now is when you start to realize who really matters, who never did, and who always will. Forget the people you are leaving behind today, in your past. There's a reason why there not in your future, and it’s good.
That will be the sweet taste of moving on.


And today, I have. It’s been 2.5 years of unrequited joy of being surrounded by and remaining in touch with only the ones that matter. It’s been 2.5 years of liberation being in touch with the few that mattered. And that’s the only few that will count from here on. And the others that don’t fall in that bracket? Well, they don’t matter, they never did. Heck, I shut the vermin out, and how!