- Posted February 18, 2013 by
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The written word: Your personal essays
Stairway to Heaven
“Are you coming to the memorial service?” Summer vacation starts today and my buddies are all heading to the funeral of my best friend who had just passed away because of a brain tumor. Hesitantly, I decline the invitation “Sorry I have a math tutor coming in an hour.” I wave reluctantly at my friends and begin to walk home quickly, dragging my heavy feet behind me. The decision soon becomes a source of regret, betrayal and shame for the rest of my life. Are numbers and symbols truly more important than a boy who shared numerous secrets with me, spent countless hours alongside me and accepted my request to become my first official friend?
My mind returns to my desk and I instinctively pick up my pen. Then, I decide to put it back down gently. I turn towards the serene sky and close my eyes for a moment of silence. Sweet memories that have long escaped me play through my head like a slow motion slideshow. How many other important things have I neglected due to the fast pace of my life? Now thinking about my friend, I realize I can never rid myself of the lingering regret, but I can prevent myself from making the same terrible mistake of rushing through life again. However, with a change in attitude, I hope one day I can finally receive his forgiveness entirely.
Opening my eyes gradually, I discover that dawn has given way to morning and the stairway to heaven had long wandered out of sight. There are five more minutes before alarms begin to go off consecutively throughout the dorm. I ignore the last ten problems and close my bulky textbook. I then leap onto my bed and gaze out the window. Let me savor five more minutes of peace.