This one has been sitting my box of drafts for a week and I fear there are more important things in life than polishing this one for the tempo & tone I want...so here it is...
I know these things from my grief & joy.
All things end, all things end…
When they are gone we are not lesser for their passing.
What they take from us is nothing in comparison to what we made together.
We are more for the time spent together in ways that can never be diminished – no matter what is said.
All things end, my dears, all things in time come to a stop like this planet will one day cease to spin as the last of it’s energy is spent. All things must end.
What we lost is nothing next to what we gained, that passion you felt before was not new doors opening & that pain was not those same doors closing. That passion you felt was new horizons of awareness spreading out before you and that pain you feel after is the longing of something safer, more familiar like the direction behind you when you leave home forever. You hurt because you know that people can be so beautiful & kind to each other, but choose to only rarely show this compassion
All things end & this like anything else will pass as surely as you or I…all things must end.
We are more for the fellowship & kinship of other humans the shared moments when we learn of someone else and become greater because of it.
All things end, beautiful & horrible, All things end …
We are never diminished when taking other’s in to our groups, what we gain from sharing in the intimidating moment of bravery it takes to ask for help & returning their almost unbelievable need with kindness and compassion makes ours a better society. What is freely shared is returned to us in ways we never imagined.
All things end, both in our world and in our minds, all the things we feel must end.
I assure all moods pass or abate, while they may abide, so does the love we grew of the things which we hold dear – its that love which shows us what we miss & hold to be evident long after we move in other directions.
We are not less for having felt honest emotions and reaching out to others, for sharing and expressing whatever may come. Ye strive and risk who you were yesterday for the chance to learn to become someone new today. Neither are real, but both are parts of what makes you.
And in the end all things pass, they must …
So shall we pass away too. Our monuments will crumble, our texts will fade, our digital libraries will be bought for nothing & lost when the parts holding them are melted down for the minerals. Nothing will remain except the growth we experienced and shared with those who came after us.
When we pass away we will leave our regrets, they are of this world. All things shall pass and all things must pass …
The last of these things will be our regrets passing from us in that final breath.