Back in May, my Blackberry was stolen. I never realized how much I rely on it to get through every day. In a way, it became the friend I always talked to, the friend I would carry from room to room with, the friend who I wish was physically part of me. Two years of friendship lost forever along with the memories contained inside of it such as pictures, text message conversations, appointments and little notes on how to survive high school.
A lot has happened in two years. Fluctuating friendships, loads of laughter, trails of tears and a plethora of promises all gone within a matter of minutes. This is what I will truly miss about my phone, it held the contents to my life and certain parts of my heart. I had saved conversations that I go back to sometimes to make me smile or in some cases remind myself of where I have come from and how strong I am. In a way these conversations were like little parts of my life that I didn’t want to let go of even when I know I should have a long time ago. With the help of my best friend however I realized that everything happens for a reason and this loss really made me come back to reality and revaluate some relationships in my life. Some I know are gone for good and I can finally accept it but some are just burgeoning into things I can’t describe.
From how I see it, I feel like the loss of my phone will really show me which relationships are worth keeping and which relationships are meant to be given up on. A loss of a phone shouldn’t really change relationships in theory but when it’s the primary method of communication then things could possibly change. IF YOU WANT TO TALK TO ME YOU WILL FIND A WAY, PLAIN AND SIMPLE.
This loss has really in a way made this whole period of change seem more real. It tells me in my very own way that it’s time to let go of what was in my past and to release it to the universe because it was not mean to be. If it is meant to be then somehow or someone will make it happen. I really do hate change. I don’t want to leave my comfort zone, I’m quite happy here. However I feel like this incident is the microcosm for my macrocosm. Now that the high school chapter in my life is closed, it’s time for me to let go of my past including my failures and victories and just realize that this was the rehearsal for when I get into the real world. I’m learning to move on from this point in my life and I guess leaving certain things in the past is better than holding onto them and hoping they might go back to the way they were. Besides it’s just a phone right? How much could it truly change my life?
