I have found quite recently within the span of my sixteen years (nothing short of being naïve do I point the following observation), that a time comes to fruition when we must pluck from the ripening blossoms of letting go. Life presents opportunities to us in which we attach ourselves to and fear the inevitable day when these bonds must be broken. These bonds in which offer so much more than what we take them for: mere bonds that attach an idea, an object, a person to us; they entwine within our sense of being, our sight- our smell. Everything we do, everything we see, everything we smell, we hear, we feel reminds us of this object that is so lovingly attached. There comes a time where we must break from our bonds that have attached us to something we love, and leave it for the unknown. We fear that once we shed these bonds and break to new skin, we will lose what we once had- and what we once had might have been the defining substance we have ever had. Humanity is scared of change, of letting go. They are scared of stepping into a dark room with no knowledge of any light source, when we are so privileged with the comforts lights have given thus far. I can hear the bells of maturity calling me. They are bells in which cannot be ignored, and take many casualties in tow. Soon, I will be leaving for college- and if plans work out the way I would like, I will be leaving California and studying in Maine. The process of moving does not scare me; for I have moved and have realized that moving is naught but a part of life. But it is the process of leaving someone special in which has bonded to me so tightly, as if they are another part of my being that scares me. It scares me that this one person whom I consider so special will, inevitably, leave me and I will leave her. That the bonds between us, thick as they are, will snap like autumn twigs in the morning of winter’s discontent. It scares me that as happy as I am now, I will never find those bonds again- I will never find her again. It seems as if the evolution maturity causes, makes for an elemental amount of change; this change cannot be reversed, rather- it must be felt. I cannot stop from changing, and if I do leave Ventura- have to stop being with her. It’s another step of life I have to take, however unwillingly. My good friend Sean once told me that we have to live life by the day. We can’t live something so gargantuan by a rate that allows for so much change to take place: I can’t look a year ahead, because within the next minute- anything can happen. All I can do, while I wait for the time to die and my bonds to be broken, is to be happy- happy for who I am with and who I was, who I am and who I will become.