In working out today, I had the chance to look back on a number of experiences in my life more or less recently and see just how much has changed in the past couple of years. Much as it sounds cliche to say it, I really have come a long way. Two years ago, I was naive, inexperienced, and really did in a way consider myself to be on top of the world.
Now, I've had the opportunity of an extensive and humbling experience to show me where I come out in this world. I'm not any better than somebody else, nor am I any worse. I am human, and flawed, and lost, and confused, and just like everybody else, I am imperfect and I make mistakes. In a way, I think I might finally be learning to forgive myself.
In all seriousness, I've developed an increased awareness and greater sense of independence. I've learned to motivate myself and to determine what really matters to me and balance out the consequences. I've matured. Significantly. I never expected this when I made the decision to do what I did. At best, I was hoping for this all to be a stepping-stone to a future. I never imagined that it would be an end within itself.
But it really has been. This has been one of the most wonderful (and terrible) experiences of my life thus far. And it's not over yet. None of it is. That's a scary prospect. But having been through what I have, I feel as though I might actually be able to handle it. I think that's a good thing.
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