All That You Build, All That You Break

I sit here and ponder my 18 years. A child held by his parents hands, a boy with no identity. I laugh at some memories and cry at other, tearing my past into an amalgamation of tragedy and comedy.
It is May now. The sun is out and the grass is green again. In the distance I can hear the last school bell ring. I wait. The time is coming to say goodbye to the comfort of the familiar. Is that farewell so bad I wonder. Only in recent weeks have I understood what it means to be ready to say good-bye.
We have changed, all of us have. We will always know each other, but these friendships fade. I am ready to step beyond the threshold into new relationships, ready to know others. We will always have our history, but the future is what comes to sweep us away to new trails.
Perhaps I am early in writing this, but this is my farewell to high school, to childhood, to the familiar, to the stagnant, to chains, to regret.
Farewell.
Hello newness.