Endings Are Inevitable.

… And if we get to see tomorrow

I hope it's worth all the wait

It's hard to say goodbye to yesterday

… And I'll take with me the memories

To be my sunshine after the rain

It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday

It's So Hard To Say GoodBye To Yesterday

These past few days I have been reflecting upon the endings of events, both in my life personally and universally.  Throughout the last year, the world has been in shutdown due to a global pandemic for which the majority of time many wondered when it would finally have its ending and life could go back to normal.  What we call normal life though being is really a fallacy of our own making, a means to define and structure our lives to fit comfortably within our internal and external peace of mind and is truly fleeting in its stability.  Such as the 'Before Times' as referred to the Pre-Pandemic Era of 2020 have had its ending and will not return.  Thus, we have learned that what we deem normal is fleeting, irrelevant, and not truly, in fact, real.  And now, we can even see the light at the end of the tunnel of this Covid19 reality, at least, what it was we experienced before is now ending and turning into a different reality of such.

Everything has an ending so much as everything has its beginning.  I have experienced this first hand throughout my life as I live the bliss of the magical moments of togetherness in a variety of situation and thus also suffer the extremity of pain when that time of my life comes to its fruition and those that peopled that time of my life move forward as I do as well.  There is, then, a bitter heart break in that finality, one that should we reunite in whatever fashion, upon we realize that that moment has passed, is mere memory to be relived fondly, but never to come again. 

To everything (turn, turn, turn)

There is a season (turn, turn, turn)

And a time to every purpose, under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die

A time to plant, a time to reap

A time to kill, a time to heal

A time to laugh, a time to weep

To everything (turn, turn, turn)

There is a season (turn, turn, turn)

And a time to every purpose, under heaven

Turn! Turn! Turn!

In fact, the construct of this linear time that is our reality is truly always passing away, each second dissappearing into the ether as truly as we live.  Truthfully, each word I type is part of that mere seconds of time that soar by as my fingers spill over the keyboard, the thoughts flowing from my mind, expressing the profundity of the lesson to be learned and impacted into our psyches.

If, then, time is fleeting and the present only a momentary reality, if everything that begins has its ending, the best way to live is to enjoy the moment in itself, not agonizing over the good-bye, longing for the hello.  Yes, mourning the heart-break in saying farewell is a necessary part of life, grieving is a part of healing and all of our evolutionary process.  However, if stayed there too long, space is not created to make way for the new beginning yet to come.  It is true that in every beginning there is an ending, but similarily in every ending there is a new beginning, and onwards we go.

So, thus, the true power of living a joyful life is to practice the mindfulness of presence, of being in the moment, spoken widely by the wise ones of all the world religions and spiritual practices.  Yes, this is hard for all to truly embody but nonetheless something vital to strive ever towards in our personal journeys.  

For in living in the moment today, we build the fabric of the memory to uphold and treasure as we progress forward in our lives upward evolutionary movement towards our highest self and ultimate goal of pure soul identity.

There are places I'll remember

All my life though some have changed

Some forever, not for better

Some have gone and some remain

All these places have their moments

With lovers and friends I still can recall

Some are dead and some are living

In my life I've loved them all

In My Life