Warren, Liz
10/3/02
Honors English
8º
Moving on
I remember the day as if it were yesterday, as I listened to the silence on the other line of the phone, and the lack of an explanation, I stared in disbelief that my chance was cut short suddenly. I was left in shock and could not utter any other word than ok. Cool tears of grief streamed down the burning skin on my face. Thoughts began racing through my head spiraling and causing confusion as to what I would do next. I did not think I would be able to be rid of the devastation that such an immoral person had caused.
At age sixteen, I had already felt the pain of a true broken heart, and the loss of a friend who I would never be able to talk to the same way again. The loss that I had endured that fateful day showed me how cruel life could be, and gave me a bittersweet taste of the tricks that the world could play. This sudden change created an imbalance of the things around me, and I was lost in a hurricane.
Coincidentally, one of my closest friends was and still is going through almost the same thing that I was. The only difference is that cheating, jealousy and dishonesty were entwined. After months of insincerity, and weeks of pleading and begging for forgiveness, the relationship finally reached stable ground. But nothing can be stable for long. Something always agitates it and causes more misfortune. Currently, the relationship is hanging on by that one last thread that does not want to let go of the fond memories they once shared. Change is a scary thing, and neither individual wants to know what its like to be without each other for more than a few weeks. The mere thought of what the day would be like when they come home, and the phone rings it is not who they are secretly hoping it to be, would crush anyone’s heart.
Thinking about how life would be without a loved one is a horrible thought. No one wants to think or even believe that one day their life could completely change, with the absence of that one person who was always supposed to be there. On September 11, Men, Women and children got up that morning and did not think twice about the fact that they might not ever see their family again. Countless amounts of widows, widowers and orphans were devastated that night when they found out the towers collapsed into an obliterating blob of dust that absorbed their family’s past, present and future. When they did not return home, these individuals had to face the fact that their lives were changed forever, and they would have to continue without the guidance and support of their spouse or parent.
Everyone experiences their own form of change, somewhere in each of the stages of their life. Children may have to deal with moving, or the divorce of their parents. Adolescents deal with the complexity of heartbreak, and adults may deal with the loss of a job or car.
In all of these situations, change becomes the enemy again, and frightens anyone in its path of destruction. Most people do not like change. This isn’t uncommon because no one likes to dealing with all the repercussions of a major change. I can barley think about how I would deal with the death of a relative because I can easily gain the feeling of queasiness. I have been blessed and have not endured such a painful thing. But others are not as fortunate.
Today, the devastation of that phone call still subsists in the back of my mind. But the confusion has gone away. They say that certain people come into our lives to fulfill a specific purpose and change who we are forever. Once that time is up it can be the hardest thing to just move on. The one thing that most want to do is be able to move on, but ironically moving on requires change.
....im on my old computer so i was looking at papers that i wrote... i really miss honors english... i vented alot of things oh how wise yet still naive... ithink one of the reasons why i loved mrs barberic so much is that she read all these papers that talked about jenny and greg, and pretty much knew all my feelings about everything lol... miss her lots...
im going to aspire to write in a journal... non xanga that allows me to vent all of my frustrations because i have been lagging in the hard-core journal writing which is so sad because i love writing in it.. its such a releif.
in other news.. break is fun.. its absolutely amazing to do nothing...but i cannot wait till spring quarter back at osu.. its going to be sooo much fun!! cant wait! | 
