"Any transition serious enough to alter your definition of self will require not just small adjustments in your way of living and thinking but a full-on metamorphosis."
-Martha Beck
Seventeen years young, and here I am in this whole entire world with my whole entire life to live. For awhile, I lived my life in a sheltered cocoon, a cocoon of security. Security from a boyfriend always by my side, security from close friends that were suppose to last a lifetime. But truth be told, people come and go. And just like that, my cocoon cracked. As my cocoon fell apart, I felt as if I did as well. But broken, I will never be. Stronger is an aspect I am starting to see. And in fact, it is not that my cocoon cracked, but rather unveiled. Unveiling a whole new self. Seventeen years young, and here I am. This is my metamorphosis.
It all began with the movies, you know, those chick flicks that I watch religiously. You see, these movies helped me conceive the idea that a "happily ever after" only consists of a knight in shining armor, whom would save me from a life that I had once known before. A life of loneliness; a life of living in the past. Starting now, I will no longer live like how I described above, and here is why. I have made it on my two feet, without the cocoon of security I once thought I needed. I realize now that I do not need anyone else; I realize now that I never did. I realize now that people will forever come and go, yet people will never destine my happiness. People will never be my "happily ever after". My real "happily ever after" is this: my new life of moving on with no dependency on anybody, but myself. My real "happily ever after" is this: my new profound metamorphosis.
-Martha Beck
Seventeen years young, and here I am in this whole entire world with my whole entire life to live. For awhile, I lived my life in a sheltered cocoon, a cocoon of security. Security from a boyfriend always by my side, security from close friends that were suppose to last a lifetime. But truth be told, people come and go. And just like that, my cocoon cracked. As my cocoon fell apart, I felt as if I did as well. But broken, I will never be. Stronger is an aspect I am starting to see. And in fact, it is not that my cocoon cracked, but rather unveiled. Unveiling a whole new self. Seventeen years young, and here I am. This is my metamorphosis.
It all began with the movies, you know, those chick flicks that I watch religiously. You see, these movies helped me conceive the idea that a "happily ever after" only consists of a knight in shining armor, whom would save me from a life that I had once known before. A life of loneliness; a life of living in the past. Starting now, I will no longer live like how I described above, and here is why. I have made it on my two feet, without the cocoon of security I once thought I needed. I realize now that I do not need anyone else; I realize now that I never did. I realize now that people will forever come and go, yet people will never destine my happiness. People will never be my "happily ever after". My real "happily ever after" is this: my new life of moving on with no dependency on anybody, but myself. My real "happily ever after" is this: my new profound metamorphosis.
