I am headed to a high school graduation tonight at a local school. By my estimation I have attended somewhere between 30-40 of these in the last twenty years. Each celebration is capped with
We celebrate their efforts to this point, but also the future that lies in front of them. They aren't really ending a journey and beginning another, but are looking up to realize that the road in front of them has just become more difficult to traverse. While they won't travel completely alone they will be more personally responsible for what happens next. These graduates have endured trials, pursued parental and individual expectations, and fit their lives into a routine bell schedule for twelve years. This next phase of the journey will give them the opportunity to develop their self-discipline, define their character, discover their strengths, and delve into new territories. It's an exciting and frightening future all at once.
It makes me think that we should more frequently celebrate tough portions of life's journey and new horizons. They happen more often than we realize.