People aren't permanent

           The point of going to college is to gain more knowledge right? In four years we are supposed leave this institution worldly, well versed, and infinitely smarter full of literature, facts, and statistics.  Thanks to college I can tell you all about Confucianism, pronounce and label the larynx correctly, and do basic statistics. College has taught me much more than facts, figures, and history, it has taught me those all-important “life lessons” our elders claim we need to learn as well. I don’t know if this is a life lesson or not but I am finally starting to come to terms with the idea people aren’t permanent. No matter how much we hate to accept it people will always come in and out of our lives. The way I see it there are 2 choices. We can hang tightly on to the past with clenched fists, refusing to accept the idea once strong friendships have turned into superficial acquaintances, or we can move on and acknowledge that even though they are no longer present our lives they were once important.

            For me letting go of people is insanely difficult.  Leaving the comforts of Ponder, Texas and my dance studio just about killed me my freshman year. I couldn’t understand how I was supposed to just let new people waltz right into my life after spending 18 years with the same group of friends. They didn’t know my past, where I came from, and the events that shaped me into the person I am today. But eventually it got easier and I realized in order to grow you have to leave the past behind.  

            People aren’t permanent. I don’t know if I came up with this phrase of profound wisdom or not, but this idea has certainly been on my mind lately. Even in college my friends are constantly changing. At first it freaked me out hard core.  I’m no longer best friends with the people I was freshman year, or even sophomore year, but it has allowed some pretty amazing people to come into my life.

            I think the hardest part is knowing when to cut people loose from your life, or when to hang on just a little bit longer… because as scary as it may seem our lives might just end up being even sweeter without them. Right now I am at that tricky spot at the end of the a rope, but for the first time I am not afraid to let go.