Describe a phase in life that was difficult to say goodbye to.
I see life as a collection of temporal ‘ present moments’ somewhat chaotically strewn together. It’s far less a matter of discrete concrete life phases shifting into the next. Therefore my current self is simply the heady mix of inner child, teen and adult. They coexist in a finely nuanced way. Or viewed in another way, I’m like the ocean waves, from the gentle birth of the newly formed wave, to the building-up, crescendoing of the wave in its beautiful form before it smashes into a million different droplets. It’s all part of a seemingly seamless journey, which may seem like discreet stages, yet in reality it is simply a different manifestation of the same phenomena.
So my long winded response basically boils down to … I don’t really have any difficulty letting go of a particular stage, but simply see each stage as part of the same faceted gem. Life simply is … in flow.


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