The greatest lesson that life can teach us is perhaps to let go. To let go of a relation, of a friend, of a position, of a place, and of a part of you that meant everything just a little while back.
The biggest gift of a life lies in it's perpetuity, or the
lack of it. Things that seem to define identity are left behind and newer ones
form an indelible part of it.
To grow and mature is not to age, but to embrace the changes
that create us and that have created us and that will, in future, create us.
The comforts of a life are often misperceived to exist in the situations that
are, instead of the things still there to know. Each day spent, each effort
made and each endeavor undertaken must be an exercise in self discovery, of
pushing ourselves against the odds, to simply test as to how far we can go and
wherein lies our strength.
Constancy is demeaning. To a human life and to everything it
can do. It's a gross violation of the senses and a disrespect of the many
desires and motivations that shape it. How you break the barrier of mundane
drudgery rests unto you. But to break it and move on, and to really live, is a
duty you owe to yourself.
