Something Old and Something New

I came into contact with something old. Yet, experiencing it this time around, it felt completely new. As if the circumstances and the setting had somehow changed the character of the people involved. It was bittersweet. It was liberating and lonely at the same time. It's like you breath a sigh of relief at the end of a heart-wrenching journey, but then you realize that with the journey ends an aspect of life. Now what? Where to next? Even thought the journey was a turmoil, it was a comfortable pain you had come to live with. It's like walking on a path of thorns. After a while you get used to the thorns. So when you enter a grassy field of petals, and no longer feel the pain of the thorns, its as if something is missing. As if you had found a purpose in the pain. With feet unaccustomed to thornless paths, I must now readjust. I hope I can find my way.