Everything comes to an end. Everything.
It’s all temporary.
And learning to manage all these changes is a bitch. No sooner do we form an attachment do we have to let go.
Let go of friendships. Places. People. Status. Things. Youth. Life itself.
Sometimes we never know when the end will come. It happens abruptly. Other times it’s a slow fade.
But either way it is enevitable.
I’m bringing this to awareness not so much to sulk about change, loss and endings but more so to learn to truly appreciate every moment.
To learn to build maturity around attachment. To learn to have healthy coping mechanisms around endings. To learn to freely let go without a fight, without scrambling to hold on.
Every moment is anew, nothing is ever the same. Everything is change and I accept it with love.
