The Last Flight

by Julie Clark

The death of any dream deserves to be mourned, all its intricate facets touched one last time.

She could see now what she couldn’t see then. All choices had consequences. It was what you did with those consequences that mattered.

“You know, life is long. Lots of things can go wrong and still end up all right.”

Identity is a strange thing. Are we who we say we are, or do we become the person others see? Do they define us by what we choose to show them, or what they see despite our best attempts to conceal it?

But what I’ve learned in life is that in order for true forgiveness to occur, something has to die first. Your expectations, or your circumstances. Maybe your heart. And that can be painful. But it’s also incredibly liberating.”

If we don’t tell our own stories, we’ll never take control of the narrative.

Living like that breaks a person down, one tiny piece at a time, until you can’t see the truth in anything or anyone.