Leaving

I knew you would leave me eventually. It’s not your fault. Everyone leaves in the end. I find it comforting. My role is fleeting, yet crucial. Without me your life would be more difficult. Without me, your life will be easier. It is the conundrum of my role, and the role we take on willingly enough. We all have our own reasons for it, but none are important. What is important is that you will leave me. You will leave me with confidence and assurance that there is more out there for you than what I can provide. I am your stepping stone. One that will reach you higher than you could on your own. I will help you attain a greater height than I am at. But in order to do so, you simply must leave me behind. There is no other way to reach the top. You must stand on me to reach higher. I am here for you for as long as you need me, and I will remain after you are gone. My place is here, now. Yours is just beginning. Don’t look back just yet. Wait until you have a strong hold. Something to grasp when all else fails. Keep your memory of me close, and the reality of me far. I will remain. I will watch you leave. I will be comforted by it.