Glennon Doyle writes, “Our next life will always cost us this one. If we are truly alive, we are constantly losing who we just were, what we just built, what we just believed, what we just knew to be true.” The change that we seek and want to see will require you to die before you die. And here dying is not the end. It is a beginning.
Moving upwards would mean going downwards. Steps forward often require steps down. Our old self becomes the fertiliser for our new self. Our old truths becomes the torchlight for new discoveries. The paths once trodden by us become the GPS for our new destinations. Life owes a lot to death. The seed dies to give life to a plant. Wheat becomes bread.
Stopping to hang onto the coat tails of the past doesn’t mean forgetting. As we emerge out of our default, we begin to see endless possibilities and the potential to fly in a multiple directions. The metamorphosis from caterpillar to butterfly comes with letting go.
Life lives on life. This is the sense of the symbol of the Ouroboros, the serpent biting its tail. Everything that lives, lives on the death of something else. Your own body will be food for something else. If your exiting life is too comfortable, one will stop learning and growing.
“We travel, initially, to lose ourselves; and we travel, next to find ourselves. We travel to open our hearts and eyes and learn more about the world than our newspapers will accommodate. We travel to bring what little we can, in our ignorance and knowledge, to those parts of the globe whose riches are differently dispersed. And we travel, in essence, to become young fools again- to slow time down and get taken in, and fall in love once more.”
―
ENDS