A room, once blossoming with light is now encased in deep, dark shadows. Shadows that for the past several months, maybe even years, were trying to creep out from the every corner, ooze out of every crack in the walls and scale down every wall to unleash its ravenous desires and suffocate the inhabitants. The most recent occupant fought not only the dark force in the room but also those disguised in sheep’s clothing that secretly promoted the advance of darkness. With admirable effort this beautiful warrior defeated the persistent darkness daily and resisted the nothingness that the shadows offered.
While battling her own demons, this warrior still found time for others in need, even when those needs paled in comparison to her own. She found solace in helping others. By helping us common folk overcome our obstacles, great and small, her true calling revealed itself. It became clear to her that pushing papers doused in red ink was among the last things she wanted to spend her days doing, despite the startling contrast the red made on her workplace. This warrior worked endlessly to gain the knowledge necessary to pursue her dreams and after many months of searching, her path diverged. With minimal hesitation she “took the one less traveled by”.
So with a heavy heart our noble warrior left the shadows behind and, holding her head high, walked onward to greater things. As she walked away, her eyes hid nothing. It pained her to leave the weaker of us to fend off the shadows alone. But those she did leave behind know the struggles she faced and are beaming with ecstasy for this fearless warrior in her victory over the darkness. They are hoping she has found that elusive utopia we all seek. Although it is a good bye of sorts, they will never forget her and hope the same in return.
Similar to the Robert Frost poem quoted above and below (The Road Not Taken): she
…shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
To our fearless warrior, good luck and please keep in touch.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
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Thanks for making me ball my eyes out on a Friday morning.
I'm going to miss you so much...and it pains me to leave you behind in that crap of a workplace.
You have a flair for words; for they touched me more than you can EVER know.
I love you, my friend :)
*hugs*
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