The ending of a chapter

In the story of my life, I am reaching the end of a chapter. In the last chapter the character of our story experienced the real world. What it feels like to be grown up and responsible. To have a job to pay the bills. She experienced the thing the world calls “college life” and she saw what the world likes to call “cool” when really it’s just a bunch of individuals insecure with who they really are. Our character learned about peer pressure and standing alone when you have no other choice. With that, she also made her share of mistakes, but through those, learned that improvement starts with a moment. It’s never too late to improve yourself or change your actions. There’s always something you can do even when you think you have no other choices (that doesn’t mean they are always appealing…). She learned about friends. What it feels like to be betrayed as well as what it feels like to have the friends that stick by you through thick and thin no matter what everyone else says. She learned about love. And the past. That rarely does the past define every aspect of the future. That some things take work but are worth all the effort. And the things that take effort are the things that are worth it in the long run. Nothing good comes easy. She’s learned that everyone has their own story. That good things in life come to everyone in their own due time. That despite all the bad in the world and disappointments in life, love happens. She also knows that another chapter is just beginning. She’s experienced heartache and sadness, loneliness and emptiness, but she’s also experienced laughs and smiles, friendships and love. Life is worth it. Never give up. The darkness of the night only means the sun is in the process of rising.