A Peace Of Mind
Tapping my fingers rigorously against my steering wheel to the beat of my song of choice, a sense of peace already starts to consume me. A long drive followed by the calming sounds of nature is exactly what I need after such a strenuous week I have previously endured. Though it’s relaxing, the music playing throughout my car is no match for the repetitive thoughts I have going through my mind. I’ve just lost my best friend, who has been there for me through 3 years of trials and tribulations of my life. I have no clue how to contain myself in a world where I’m without my other half, someone who has regularly proven to me that they know me better than I know myself. Someone who I thought I actually knew just as well. The amount of pain in my heart is unbearable, I feel as if I don’t know who I am anymore, like I have to create and build myself all over again. Letting all of your guards down to someone can be the most euphoric experience, in the sense that you have someone who understands you for who you really are. In contrast, it is probably the riskiest thing you could allow yourself to do. Letting my guards down is something I’ve always shown to be terrible at, my parents consistently trying to pry into my mind to find out what I’m even feeling or thinking about. I cruise around the windy road that oddly resembles my crazy life, each bend bringing out a new set of emotions and memories that put another crack in my soul. As I finally make it to the straight shot to Dawes Arboretum, I start to question why I ever thought I could completely open my heart to someone.
The sun is a fiery shade of orange as it begins to set over my destination: the Japanese garden. I slowly idle down the small hill that leads to t...
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... just drown their high school stress with parties and pretending not to care about what’s going on around them. I always try to look for someone my age coming to Dawes for the same reason, though it’s always been unsuccessful. I look around at the grass softly blowing side to side as the wind takes it wherever it desires. I find myself filled with joy to have the opportunity to enjoy the little movements that nature makes. Not many people appreciate the little things in life.
A cool breeze tickles my arms, reminding me that fall is coming my way. I decide that it might be time to head to my car, with most of the worries from the week now out into the open; leaving me worry free and ready to continue living my life to the best of my abilities. On my way to my car I take my usual deep breath of relief, simultaneously feeling a huge weight being lifted from my chest.
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