The past will forever be there. I stood on the side of the curb watching the raindrops hit the roofs of cars and the deep, black, asphalt ground below my spot on the sidewalk. A car zoomed past me, followed by another, one mistake could have ended me. This is not an overstatement, this is not my overthinking, this is the truth. The coffee shop bell rang as I entered. A noise able to startle some. My glasses began to slide off my face, blurring my vision before I quickly fixed them. If I had let them fall further they could have broken, a small mistake with a larger consequence. My sharp, black, scratched-up boots knocked on the hardwood flooring of the shop. The barista seemed nice, but one too many mistaken words could end in a way unintended. A consequence smaller than the mistake. As I waited for my coffee I sat in the corner table of the shop, an area where my surroundings were available to the eye. My coffee arrived shortly after, but with an odd smell. One mistake could have ended me, but it didn’t, a consequence far larger than the mistake. This world is full of threats, and you don’t realize these threats until you get used to them, because the past will forever be there, as something unchangeable. I have been lucky with my past, except for one mistake. Letting them go
© EmmaCampbellc