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“As she picked up her things to leave, she looked around the room one last time. Everything lay around just as it had been last night, when it had all come to an end. Now it’s time to move on to something new, but  right now, she felt as if she could fall into empty space and just keep falling until something or someone finally caught her.” Is it always about the choices you make, or is it about the ones you’re forced to make? Has anyone ever wondered that maybe, just maybe, there’s never a choice left to make? Do these decisions really define us or are they just a part of the journey we make? I wonder if anyone ever stopped to bother, not about ourselves but the people around us. How often do we really stop to get to know someone and try and see the things that are hidden behind the brave face? Often, we give others the power to decide and make opinions about us, but have you ever stopped to wonder about the kind of person  you are, and the the person you’re becoming?

“She looked through the pictures, the gifts, the notes, and everything else that reminded her of the time gone by. It’s always the hardest to let go of something that you tried to save. Now she can’t hold on any longer, because its just slipping out of her hands.”  There will be all kinds of people surrounding you,  the toughest part is dealing with the ones who fail to empathize. What do we do about the ones who fail to understand us, and respect us for who we are? Change is an inevitable part of life, but how much is too much, and how do you differentiate? We’ll never be satisfied with the kind of people we are, but we can’t change the crux of it all.

“She walks out the door, slowly, absorbing the last of her surroundings. She’s leaving with nothing but memories of what was, and in all likelihood, will never be. She isn’t hurting, she isn’t grieving. She’s just wondering what could have become of something that could have been saved, but was thrown away as an invaluable. It is now time to move on to something new, to build something new, on the same old crux.” Our memory is our greatest power, and our worst enemy. We can recall everything that made us and broke us. It always comes down to what we learn from the memories, and what we cherish out of all the moments that have made us into the people we are. Love is what I remember…do you remember?