Somehow it never occured to me that my world in the United States would go on without me. But somehow it does. Building go up, detentions are given, teenagers forget they had homework, life goes on.
While perusing through my handwritten letters I recieved from friends and family before I left I came across a quote to my favorite poem. It is by ee cummings and I have, infact, commited it to memory.
"I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)"(click here to read the whole poem).
It is a beautiful thought and a beautiful line. It reminds me of how you can take the young lady out of Pennsylvania... but you can't take the Pennsylvania out of the lady. I carry all my friends and my town with me, always. Many times when I am at home I find myself ridiculing it, but it was central to the first 14 years of my life, and I actually miss it.
And we all forget how important things we leave behind are sometimes. Moving on, it is a part of life. I will return home but it will be somehow a little different. I am not a child anymore, and I will never again be younger, and as I edit these words I'm losing time.
"(...)children guessed(but only a few/and down they forgot as up they grew (....) one day anyone died i guess/(and noone stooped to kiss his face)/busy folk buried them side by side/little by little and was by was/all by all and deep by deep/and more by more they dream their sleep/noone and anyone earth by april/wish by spirit and if by yes." (ee cummings "anyone lived in a pretty how town")
In my high school last year one of my teachers said Time is the most important resource we have. And I agree and disagree with him. time is one very important resource, but the other and equally as important is choice. We are approached with choices every minute all the time. Jelly or cream cheese? Upstairs or downstairs? Reading a book or fly a kite? And it is our choices that make the time we have worth while.
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