ESSAY
2 )A New Beginning

       It I opened the door and embraced the beautiful scenery of my white neighborhood. The day was bright. A breath of cold wind gushed pass me, and I shivered. How ironic it is to feel the warmth of the sun and the chill of the wind at the same moment? At the sight of the vivid sun, you would have thought today to be a warm day, but there is always otherwise. The world is full of irony; it's full of lies - just like my smiling appearance and my crying heart. Society has taught us how to hide ourselves, taught us how to be untrue. I locked the door and carefully watched my steps down the stairs. The tiles are now slippery with the sun melting its snowy cover. My vision left my feet and fell upon the world after I reached the end. Everything looked so flawless. Snow has covered up all the imperfection of my neighborhood. I slowly lifted my knees and gently stepped down into the flurry covering. I chuckled to the sound of my boots packing down the soft snow hard to the ground. I walked out of my neighborhood, leaving clear footsteps –as if to proof my existence in this world.

       Last night I ended my first relationship. Being together for almost a year, he was my first love. I believe we had true love, but true love don't always last. During that mere ten months of our lives, we struggled to overcome countless obstacles together, but in the end I still chose to let go. Why you ask me? It was because I realized love isn't everything. We loved each other to the very depth of our hearts, but just love itself wasn't enough to maintain a path down our road. Love requires much more. It requires flexibility in freedom, sensitivity with emotions, understanding of actions, acceptance of flaws, tolerance of hate and approval from each other's family. Love, just simply wasn't enough. Human love is weak, and God taught me that the hard way.
I sent him an e-mail to end what's felt to be a life-long relationship. My feeling was light as I typed to him those last words. No tears came until the very end. I've always thought I'd have to endure much pain and shed endless tears when the day of our separation comes, but I didn't. I finished the letter with nothing more but a heavy heart. Perhaps I was waiting for that day all along –I just didn't want to admit our love wasn't enough. Now that I think back to it, how fortunate was I to have God by my side during those obscured moments. The scars imprinted on me from this relationship are fading through the power of God –none others can do such miracle. But though God has taken away my pain, He has left those bittersweet memories for me to keep as a reminder and as a treasure for however many days I have left in this contemporary world.

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