There’s something about that tunnel that leads to downtown. It’s glorious at night. Just glorious. You start on one side of the mountain, and it’s dark, and the radio is loud. As you enter the tunnel, the wind gets sucked away, and you squint from the lights overhead. When you adjust to the lights, you can see the other side in the distance just as the sound of the radio fades because the waves just can’t reach. Then, you’re in the middle of the tunnel, and everything becomes a calm dream. As you see the opening get closer, you just can’t get there fast enough. And finally, just when you think you’ll never get there, you see the opening right in front of you. And the radio comes back even louder than you remember it. And the wind is waiting. And you fly out of the tunnel onto the bridge. And there it is. The city. A million lights and buildings and everything seems as exciting as the first time you saw it. It really is a grand entrance.
I hope it's the kind of second side
that he can listen to whenever he
drives alone and feel like he belongs
to something whenever he's sad.
I hope it can be that for him.
So I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons.
And maybe we'll never know most of them.
But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from,
we can still choose where we go from there.
We can still do things.
And we can try to feel okay about them...
I remembered this one time that I never told anyone about.
The time we were walking. Just the three of us.
And I was in the middle.
I don’t remember where and I don't remember when.
I don't even remember the season.
I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that
I belonged somewhere.
-QUOTES FROM PERKS OF BEING A WALLFLOWER BY STEPHEN CHBOSKY
But because things change.
And friends leave.
And life doesn’t stop for anybody.