Never-Ending Beginnings
I’m tired. Tired of packing bags, changing cities, and saying goodbyes to my dear ones. Have you ever noticed the never-ending cycles of beginnings and endings? You might have if you are as old as me.
Each new journey holds the promise of excitement, new connections and possibilities blooming like fresh buds in spring. But with it comes the inevitability of another goodbye, another letting go of what has become familiar and dear.
Perhaps it’s nature’s way of reminding us of our place in the universe. We are not separate from the cycles of growth and decay; we are a part of it, intertwined with the rhythm of life itself. At least, that’s what comforts me to assume.
As the sun sets and dust settles, I’ll rest in this darkness as I cherish the memories of my past. To have another chance to start fresh. To witness another sunrise and greet it with open arms.
Love.