Bitter Sore Memory.

Out of 30 kids, 25 of them want to finish high school, get their license, move out of their home, experience university life. We all want to grow up. We’re desperate to get there; grab all the opportunities we can to live, to break free and spread our wings. We’re so busy trying to get out of that mess, we don’t think about the fact that it’s going to be cold out there. Really freaking cold. Because growing up sometimes means leaving people behind. And by the time we stand on our own two feet, we’re standing there alone. Everyone thinks you make mistakes when you’re young, but I don’t think we make any fewer when we’re grown up.

Walking away won’t make things better. And walking away with closed fists doesn’t make you any stronger. Because someone once told me that in the end, taking control of feelings is not something too important, dealing with them is. See, as much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memory that someone has left this world, you are still in it. And remember, reaching for something that’s already gone will only make things worse. All you gotta do is go north.