The end of an Era

Life is a struggle. We've heard that many times and we've said that quite a few times ourselves. It's a struggle because of the daily challenges we have to face (starting with the alarm clock) and the occasional tragedy that crosses our paths. 

What constitutes as a tragedy for some may not for others. Nonetheless, we all like to think we have encountered some sort of a tragedy in our life, be it of the humorous or more sombre type. And usually a tragedy involves the ending of something - a stage in life (yes, the shift from a young adult to just an 'adult' or even worse an 'elderly' is mourned by many), a prolonged stay in a certain place (yes, I still miss Australia!), a relationship, a life of a loved one... You know what they say: All good things come to an end.

But that doesn't make it any easier to face this ever eminent end and open a new chapter. At first we protest. We deny the fact that it is over and refuse to let go. We desperately try to reconnect, to tie the two ends together. It is very impressive how stubborn and selfish human nature can be at this point.

Then we decide to man up and act like we don't care. But we still do care, we've just lost all hope of evading 'the end'. The coming to terms with the fact that there is no way back (at least in the immediate future) is painful. So we pity ourselves and dig in that big tub of chocolate ice cream or whatever is your comfort treat.

Once we have realised that we look terrible, that the end is really the end and that we have missed on plenty of  happy days we finally take a close look deep within ourselves. And - surprise! - the pain is no longer brain numbing, the hopelessness has evaporated and we are actually ready to start that new chapter. We have managed to detach ourselves from 'the end'. We have learned our lessons. We are ready to live once again.

xo xo