just some thoughts
I stare down at my 6th grade yearbook picture.
A familiar face stares back at me.
I looked so young and child-like, even though back then I thought of myself as practically an adult. Unaware, I was about to be introduced to a harsh reality. Soon I was to learn that not everyone who opened a door for me or smiled at me had good intentions. It was as if the mirror I looked into every morning had been smashed into tiny bits. It was a tough adjustment for me. And maybe the mirror that broke wasn't just my innocence, but also my sense of identity and self-esteem. Looking back on it now, if I could go back in time, I would change many things.
First of all, I would be kinder to strangers.
I wouldn't see everything as a competition.
I wouldn't try to prove myself at every opportunity, and I wouldn't try to hide my story, my history, my identity.
I was an emotional wreck.
But despite all of that, I was able to make good friends.
Now that I am older I feel wiser, but also confused.
It seems as though the more questions I've worked through, the less answers I have.
The more knowledge I attain-the less certain I am.
I still don't know what happens when someone dies, and I still don't know where the sun goes at night.
I admit. I still don't know a lot of things, but at least this time I have nothing to hide.