Meditations on living.

Time passes. Seasons change. And it’s something that we can’t fully understand until we experience it. And no matter how much we experience it, there are always going to be things that we don’t understand. It always feels like it’s never going to end until it’s over. And then [when] it’s over, it’s gone, and we mourn it in some way. Or at least, we wonder where it went. We never did well with loss. And yet loss, too, is essential. Loss is the bedrock of expansion. We must let go in order to move on. And change is perhaps more painful if we try to resist this.
There was a stillness to her, in the way that she moved. Long, languid limbs, and a carelessness to the way in which she manoeuvred them. She saw, she flowed, she moved as one. Neither rigid nor disembodied. She wasn’t, isn’t, careless. Once upon a time, she cared too much, even. And then she saw the world for what it is, for what it is, ephemeral and eternal, and she saw herse…
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