When the weight of the world becomes too much and talking becomes exhausting, I retreat to the highest point I can in my general vicinity.
I let the wind steal my breath.
From the top, the world seems manageable. Funny, even. Watching the rat race from above, I'm able to cast aside my responsibilities and revel in the fleeting freedom.
The last parking spot at the top of the stadium parking garage offers one simple suggestion to those that seek its wisdom: Be Ready.
But...for what?
The concrete walls tell no tales.
And so, I'm left to wonder:
Am I ready?
What should I be ready for?
How can I be ready?
The street lights flicker on as the sun begins to dip behind the horizon.
Is anyone ready to realize that being an adult feels like being a scared kid with bigger problems?
Is anyone ready to realize that they don't quite recognize their own reflection in the mirror?
Is anyone ready to continually question themselves, their direction, their intentions?
Is anyone ever really, truly ready?
Is anyone prepared for friends to become strangers, or for enemies to become valued acquaintances?
Is anyone ready for their parents to become their friends, and for their friends to become their family?
Is anyone really ready for "home" to no longer feel like it used to?
Again, I ask: Is anyone ever really, truly ready?
I don't think so. I don't think anyone is ever really, truly ready, regardless of what we may tell ourselves.
But that's okay.
We're all in the same boat.
We're all a little lost.
We're all a little crazy, all a little scared, all a little giddy.
Come what may, be ready to embrace the uncertainty, the complexity, and the change within yourself and within others. It's the only way to make it through the day.
The parking lot begs you, the feeble freedom felt at the top implores you: be ready.
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