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When A Season Of Life Ends
Each new season brings about a new beginning
The odds are unclear — likely unknown. There are no directions laid out on a map or a list neatly organized in bullet points. You have no idea. One morning, you wake up and it becomes undeniably clear. You just know. When a season ends, you’ll have to say goodbye even when you’re not ready for it.
I wish I could persuade time to take our sides so that we can plan our lives, weigh the pros and cons, and articulate our thoughts to make sure we’d have the perfect words on every occasion. I wish we could revisit moments gone by and say, let’s start over at this point and see where it goes from here.
But life doesn’t work like that. It’s an onward flow, like the water that flows along a river, constantly changing its shape to fit the spaces available. Life flows along with the currents of time, unaffected by external circumstances that stand in its way. It flows right through them.
I’ve always accepted that time changes people and that no one will remain the same forever. No one can assure they will because no one knows. When the time comes for me to let go, I have to loosen my grip because I spend my entire life practicing acceptance, so when it confronts me, assuming I’m prepared, it would hurt less.
