Life is never permanent. No matter how desperately we try to hold fast to those who bring us joy – their eventual ends pave the way for new beginnings whether we seek them or not.
Letting go can be excruciatingly hard because of all the time and effort we invest and all those hundredfold returns we reap by virtue of having their kindred presence in our world. Mourning and grieving are easy places to gravitate to, and if we’re not careful, we risk robbing those we lost along the way of the great legacies they gifted unto us.
The more difficult path is the one where we celebrate the indelible memories they scrawled upon our hearts and the beautiful inscriptions they engraved into our souls. It’s not about the end. It’s about the run.
Life is a balance of holding on and letting go of fragile things so that the next big thing can happen. Like a sandcastle before a rising tide, everything is temporary. Build it, tend it and enjoy it. And when the time comes, let it go – the next one will be bigger, bolder and better..
I have led a fascinating life filled with mountainous highs and riverbed lows. I have traveled upon every continent, broken bread with humble souls and engaged in rituals honoring cultures so unlike my own.
I have known the powerful and undying love of an captivating woman. I have had the pleasure and bliss of bringing children into the world. I’ve gotten lost in the music of the night and the abstract of nature’s wonder,
I’ve wept in despair at the loss of my adored. I’ve lost everything and made rock bottom my monastery. I’ve felt hollow in the face of my fears and consumed by demons of my own making.
Despite all this, I am stronger than people expect me to be. I am as impervious as the stones upon the shore. In truth, the road behind me is littered with all the empty shells of those who ever underestimated me. I blaze my own trails, have no regrets and take no prisoners.
The mosaic of my life tells the story of who I am and where I’ve been. It evolves every day and I wouldn’t part with a single piece. My life is art reflecting a grand journey..
The canopy above me is majestic and animated. Thick, rolling clouds dance across the moon like a silent opus retelling the story of how the night sky was born. This epic story never gets old and I like that I can never change the narrative. I’m a captive spectator surrendering the mind, body and soul to it while in awe of the unspoken lucidity..
A beautifully serene night at the edge of the world. The cadence of the waves, the wide expanse of the night sky, a good wine and a roaring fire are my theater. It’s simple, it’s elegant and it’s raw all at once. All that matters is this moment – everything else is just noise. An old hope is reignited and an unwritten chapter is finally about to emerge. Another moment of clarity..