Everything Ends

Everything ends...

We hold on tight to the illusion that what we love won’t come to an end.

We chase after the same beautiful moment over and over again just to have one more second of it’s overwhelming feeling.

We bargain for attachment, beg for its attention, borrow reasons to justify why we pursue what we do and why we are right for doing so.

We hold the people and things and moments we love with such a tight grip, they have no choice but to stay within that small and limited container of possibility.

Because, maybe... if they were to leave... and this moment ended.. and who we loved left... and what we wanted broke... who we thought we were, died... our reality just might fall apart and we would be left with the question of, “NOW WHAT?”

But that’s just it... everything does end.

No two moments are ever the same twice.

You are not the same person today that you were yesterday.

Life never occurs in the exact same moment more than once, ever...

So with the limitless evolution of what life can offer as a gift, what has us keep repackage it?

What has us set out on this absurd quest making sure that what we love doesn’t come to and end, when if we allowed what “was” to end, something new could be birthed in its place?

It’s like we forgot how powerful we are in our ability to create.

It’s like we handed the responsibility to someone else to define what “life is...” and “what people are...” and “what I have power over is....”

Why do we play a game of pretend that people stay the same and we can predict their every move?

When we allow a moment to be what it is, a moment, we have the opportunity to surrender to the possibility of what that moment CAN become...

Every kiss can be a new kiss
Every conversation a new listening
Every talk with mom and dad a new discovery
Every date night an new adventure
Every moment with a friend can be an “I wonder...” instead of a “wait for it...”
Every morning can be different than yesterday

Let go.. of the outcome, of the way things are, of the way they are, of the way you are, of right or wrong, of good or bad, of yesterday, of when you messed it up.... of whatever you are so afraid of...
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#letgo