End of the Road

 

 

Just this particular ride, of course–a week more to endure, and then that’s it. I am so ready to begin a single step from here even if it will take risk to do so–whatever will be, will be. 

Imagine yourself doing the same thing for twenty three years, whatever it is–that’s the same feeling I am struggling with right now. I have written thousand words and countless phrases to express this sentiment, and it will take more if I don’t decide now. 

Let me say this again, “I’m done”, but not in a bitter way because I’ve grown a lot from this long journey. This life which I’ve followed shaped me who I am they see and know today. There’s no regret. This is no mistake.

Sad to say, it’s the end of the road, but happy to say it’s the beginning of a new one–regardless if it’s uncertain still. I am hopeful that my prayer and perseverance will bring me somewhere–to a wonderful place I deserve.

Only the beginning of the year, and I’m already facing a Goliath. Well, a time is just a time; things can happen at anytime of the day. “There is one day in your life!”  Yes, indeed. And I heard people said it in several instances, and mine has come to pass now.  

For sure, there are so many things to let go–soon they will become good memories to cherish and so bad ones to leave behind. But a slice of both had contributed to my milestones in this very extensive voyage.  

This is where I met true friends so that I could tell somebody apart from who is not.

This is where I experienced grace after grace so that I could appreciate emptiness at the end of the day.

This is where I fully understood the meaning of fulfillment so that I could tell between successes and selfish ambitions.

This is where I learned bulk and bulk of cultural stuff that I could distinguish my thinking and others, their beliefs and mine, my perspective of things and aren’t my own–only respect and love could settle them down.   

Right in this journey that is about to come to an end–when earnest prayers are much needed; when yeses to a decision are relentless; when hope after hope is uttered loudly–it’s the end of the road for me as an English teacher.