During my journey through life, I lost parts of myself. Aspects of my youth and innocence, countenance and personality, soul and spirit were either stolen, left behind, obliterated, forgotten, eroded, or chipped away. Much like a space shuttle that starts on the launching pad with many rocket boosters and fuel tanks present upon takeoff, the vessel gradually jettisons boosters stacked upon one another as they burn fuel. As each stage is drained of its propellant, it drops the spent rockets and is shot into outer space. Its mass is decreased and allows the thrust of the remaining stages to more easily accelerate the rocket to its maximum speed and height. I gathered such blistering velocity as I tore through my orbit leaving debris and wreckage in my wake. I left many parts behind as I catapulted through life, gaining speed as I slingshot into the stratosphere. Unlike the space shuttle, I felt much heavier without the components I had when I embarked on my voyage.
As I retrace my travels and retrieve all my parts and pieces, the lightness I have begun to feel exceeds any during my astronaut days. Although I am slowly regaining the mass of my initial launch, I now feel weightless as I float at the speed of light.
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