Crossing Streets and Records on Repeat

We move like seconds, minutes and hours of a watch. Slow, tick-tock and a right or left (from wherever standpoint you're looking at) turn until we reach that 60 minute mark, then a new hour begins.

Today a close friend has finally made a choice to move forward, I am proud of her. It takes more courage to move forward than to remain rooted to the ground. It made me think of all the times I've said I have moved forward but in reality I was stuck.

That long call, from months back was my 60 minutes to a new hour moment. It was the most painful thing to do. To finally let yourself go and allow yourself to accept that it is gone and I can never go back.

I felt like a record on an old turntable, it finally stopped repeating itself. The turntable finally grew weary and tired. Sick of the same line playing over and over like a nagging mother telling you to stop whatever it is that you were doing.

We all grow tired of standing still and seeing the same old streets and cars pass us by. We always have options, you could turn left to the next corner or just cross the street.

At one point, I thought turning left was part of moving on. However I kept coming back to where I started. After that night, I've decided to cross the street.

To my dear friend who will cross the street, it may be crowded, cars may pass by like a bullet train but all I can say is... it's better than letting the world pass you by.