“A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life.” ― Charles Darwin,
It was finally the big day; 13 years in the making.
I wake up the countdown begins, the day going forwards now.
A difficult, frustrating, and almost torturing journey is about to end.
However the day, doesn’t go fast. Seconds tick on and on and the moment doesn’t arrive.
I don’t remember many things, because most was just mundane everyday life stuff.
Waking up, eating with my family, talking with them on the phone, seeing my brother.
Morning is slow like turtles taking the time to win races against rabbits.
Second after second, I want the day to be over so I can say goodbye to bad memories.
The moment is near, as I travel to the stage where this show will begin soon.
As I’m on my way, my blue chariot is impacted by a smaller silver one.
And it too, heads right into another parked one, and it’s mayhem.
My impact was a graze, and physically I’m OK. The others are OK.
Even then, time slowed down even more; like it wanted to keep me from
finishing this punishing journey of mental turbulence.
Police leave. Everyone is OK. No one is hurts. I enter the arena once more to do one more battle.
It is not merely any arena, but it’s also a prison; where thoughts are limited and obedience rules.
All dressed in wine and gold, we marched one by one, at the sound of each released prisoner’s name.
And mine came up, second after second it winded down to this. To acquire my release papers.
After that, it was over. The timer ran to zero, and I was finally done with my journey.
My next adventure was on the horizon, and I feel better times are coming.
No more sadness, or disappointment, or rules that are in place for reasons unknown.
Time to start to become, what I am today…a functional, slightly normal adult. Slightly that is.
Countdown started thirteen years before that day. And it is now over.
Elementary, middle and high school. Levels of a prison, now out of my mind.
To never return.
This was the first day of my life. Really. I think we can all relate to this day, right? If things were bad during that time, we want to just go on with it and be done. And that particular day was a little exciting to say the least.
So what do you guys think? Was your time during high school feel like this? Like the seconds ticked and things wouldn’t get better? And did you feel great when it was over? Do you miss it? Let me know.
Take care, guys.