We all have images and perceptions in our minds of what we want our life to be like. How we want to look, to feel, know we cherish a special place somewhere. Wish for a brighter tomorrow in terms of our dreams as we watch others live theirs. We envy them for the life they hold and the memories they share, with the life they have that you want. Sometimes we tend to forget the life we are breathing now is the dream life of others. Our existence might seem little in our thoughts as we look at others, but in the views of believers, our life is a great wish of theirs.
Ive always seen them on her arms, legs, wrist. A new scar appeared everyday, one, then two, three, and the rest were too much to count. I couldn't help but wonder, where did they come from? They didn't seem as if it were an accident, I mean come on they were all in a row. Some were fading, some looked freshly new. She probably thought I couldn't see them under her dozens of colorful beaded bracelets. But I have, and I asked "Why do you do that?" Right when I asked her she told me to keep it as a secret between her and I.
But more and more that I think about it, how could I? Keeping that secret closed and locked up inside feels as if I am watching a hour glass coming dangerously close to a tragic end. If I don't release the secret before it is to late, what else would she might do? Go as far as ending herself? She has no problem marking her flesh, she will most likely have no problem marking her heart.
I have to tell. It feels as if I am keeping a huge dove locked up in its cage, begging for an escape. And in a way, I bet that's how my friend feels. Trapped. I have a good reason on why I would let that secret be released. Because if anything it would help her the most, and that's all that matters in this type of situation. And if she didn't want that help in the first place she wouldn't of whispered a word about it.
Releasing the dove would be the right thing to do. Especially if it holds the life or death of someone. I remember a time when I told my friend a secret that I kind of hoped she would tell, because I was the one who didn't know how to tell everyone else and I thought, maybe is SHE told people it would be easier, But she didn't. And I felt horrible. By remembering that, it makes me ponder 'is that what my friend is battling with inside her head?'. Plus, I care too much for her safety to keep it as a secret for much longer. I am going to release the distraught dove once and for all.
It wasn't as bad as I thought it might have been. But after seeing the sorrow struck look on her parents face, the one thing I regret the most in not telling sooner. Now as I looks at her arms, legs, and wrists, I see the faint lines of a healing scar. And I was so proud of her when I saw her throw away the sharp, devilish objects that she was using to puncture herself with. She even looked straight at me with happiness, (true happiness this time) and said "Thank you". That was my confirmation that I had made the right choice by letting the dove fly free.