Letter to the Last Decade

August 14th 2014

To My Roaring Twenties,

It is with no regret that I write to inform you that today I am leaving you. I would be remiss if I didn’t try to express my feelings for this journey we have been on together. I have loved you deeply and hated you profoundly, often within a space of mere moments.
Despite having ambitious dreams for my life, I largely never thought I would reach the age of 30. During our time entwined I have seen the darkness of death. In my first year with you I made my greatest effort to travel down that one-way tunnel and, yet, life pulled me back. In our fourth year together that spectre returned and stole my greatest influence, the first man I ever loved, my heroic father. Grief blotted out most of who I was and other substances took care of the rest.
Farewell
Despite all of those experiences, or maybe because of them, I find myself grateful this morning to enter a new decade of life. The last few days of my twenties have been emotionally fraught and twenty-four hours ago I felt locked in a psychological cycle of elation and pain that seems never-ending and perhaps it is. That may just be my lot in life, but I woke up today and what felt impossible yesterday feels full of promise today. I used to tell myself to relax, that these are not the best years of my life. However, I am now thankful that they were littered with difficulties, because the gift of desperation was the best present I ever received. It made me change my path; it made me reach out to others, it made me share my experiences and it made me pursue my passions. My chances at this challenge called life are significantly improved. 
Please remember, my dear twenties, that I’ll always cherish you. With you I have lived and loved more than I could ever have imagined and the memories of us will stay with me all the days of my life.
But we’re over and I never want to see you again.

Sincerely yours,

Liana

p.s. the sex was great.


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