Trapped In The Margins

Today was the end of an era. It was the end of a book that was written for nineteen years. This book was my childhood and it involved a church that has officially been closed. This church was my home, for better or worse. It was the place that I thought would exist long after all of its parishioners were long dead. I naively thought that the building would stand the test of time and be a reminder of a different time. This was so naive of me but I wanted to hold onto naivety for a while longer. The closure of my book means that my childhood is officially over.

I guess this is what it means to be 23. This is what it means to be a millennial. I saw another part of my childhood disappear before my eyes. I have no past to hold onto because it doesn’t tangibly exist anymore. The people I knew are dead or have moved away. The buildings that I knew are being torn down in the name of progress. The things that I held close to my heart are being ripped away and all I can do is watch.This is the most damaging thing to me because I know that memories aren’t reliable. Everything fades. I am a composite of memories that are constantly fading or being rewritten by emotions. The only thing that can save it are photos but photos can lie. This is truly the end of an era.

I got my new slate after all.