This weekend marks the official, official, OFFICIAL end to my marching band career. I've never been more glad, because at the moment I am very tired and stressed, but I know in a couple of months it'll hit me for real that this activity I've spent four years of my life dedicating my time to is over for good. Then I'll probably cry and watch videos of our state performances and get really nostalgic with my fellow seniors in the band room about when our coach got so mad at us he literally stormed off the field, and how our asthmatic captain ran all the way out of a stadium, which included bolting up like twenty flights of stairs. But for now I'm not exactly in the mood for nostalgia (well maybe just a little bit of that) and I more want to talk about my emotional state regarding this good thing coming to an end.
I'm pretty ready to move on, and I think that's because every day I showed up and I gave this activity my all. I had fun with my team, did my absolute best to make love and not war, and walked off the field at the very end of my career satisfied, as I had done every year previous. Its like that quote they say in Dead Poets Society by Henry David Thoreau. I sucked the marrow out of life so that when I came to die, I would not discover that I had not lived. I of course am not dying, just graduating, but its a similar concept you know.
All good things must come to an end. Life is fleeting and temporary and all that mumbo gumbo you read on tumblr and get really angsty about so you reblog it alongside a black and white picture of rain rolling down a window. (<<This is actually a perfect description of Little Egg's tumblr tbh) But despite the cheesiness of it all, there is a solid truth to it. Good things end. People graduate, and die, and move, and move on. Life moves forward and all of us along with it. And so when you find yourself at that threshold, at that tipping point between the past of good things and the future of uncertainty, I hope you don't hesitate and turn around. Because remaining stuck in that good thing will do you no good in the long run. The trees will wither, the colors will fade. I think some things in life are good because they are temporary, because they're placed in your life in a time when they will have the most positive impact, and when you've used them up, you move on. You don't linger in the ashes of what used to be there, you keep moving forward.
And so will I. I will keep moving forward into the distant light of tomorrow, with fond memories and good friends by my side. And I hope all of you will keep moving forward. And in the meantime, keep reading our blog, follow us on twitter and pinterest, and enjoy these pictures of me performing in my final show with my band.
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