You ever wonder why things are seasoned? As in, they don't last and appear only to be able to maintain for a while?
When you are at the moment you feel so happy and alive, it never occurs to you this won't last. I sit here reflecting on a season and questioning why it had to be timed.
I'm not perfect, far from it. Healing is something I have to pursue for myself and is often uncomfortable.
But I also see how life starts to shake the present and begin to fade, making room for new things. I'm always there at the end in angst, but I think life tries to unwind it in a manner that's slow and subtle.
I can't always identify when something has to come to an end and at times that is hard. I've had to do a lot of letting go.
And it doesn't feel easier or any less painful. The loss is always great. Yet somehow I'm heard trying to figure out how these moments can be held better and maybe there I can grow.
Life ebbs and flows, people come and go, yet I'm also reminded that, regardless of the timeframe, there can be purpose, learning and growth in it all.
I'm reminded of a butterfly and how to be one it has to let go of the past and the present moment to find a new level of freedom. Is there a place where we can learn to grieve, then release the old present and make room for something better, something more?
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