Arriving (New Day, pt 1)
There must come an end to every phase of life. Every chapter must end. Every page must end. Every sentence must end. Every thought conclude. Eventually. It must end. For now. Before we are ready to “let” it end. Things conclude because they must.
Because we must move on. And the only way to truly move on is to have something end. Or conclude. And perhaps there is no difference, at least to our experience. Concluding is ending. But only for now. Do things really ever end? Or is life is a series of conclusions?
Experiences remain in us. Memories become an eternal part of who we are. They guide, inform, inspire, and even haunt us. But only as we keep moving. Otherwise they only haunt. Devour. Keep us from our dreams. Memories must situate in their right place, behind us.
Momentum is the quantity of our motion. People that keep showing up start to experience it because they can push on the thing a little bit every day. Sooner or later the ball starts to roll. Sooner or later life starts helping us do the very things we are trying to do!
One season ends, another begins. We get moving. Life starts to open. It can be thrilling. Yet we remain ourselves. We can still feel the cracks. We know we are not there yet. We are still broken. Human. Worn. But somehow, all that is wrapped into this movement forward.
What we have done or left undone at some point doesn’t matter anymore. We move on. Move forward. Push into the future. Let go of the past. Whatever powerfully-defining phases came before, they have done their work. They have prepared us for this. Now let go.
And lean in. Let all the lessons of the past fade in, transcend into this next plain of existence. There is no direct absorption. There is no automatic response. We must grow through transition. Wo do not suddenly upload a new mindset, we must grow into it.
That’s what “moments” are all about. We move up through moments, where for brief seconds we transcend time and space to see into our own timelessness. We can no longer deny the power of an idea, a dream, or desire. It’s inevitability sneaks into our here and now.
The thing must be. The moment has made it so.
These moments are breaks. Pivots. Turning points where something new finally emerges. We get the courage to pull the trigger on something. The churning is over. We say yes. We release the work. We publish the book. We are no longer waiting for the right moment.
It is here!
Seasons, similarly, do not change overnight but through phases. Entire months every year (March and October) are dedicated to the changing of one season to the next. Yet eventually, one season becomes another, we do finally arrive where we have been going.
When life is coming it is coming. There is nothing death can do to stop it. Life makes itself inevitable. It finds a way. It is a way. It is The Way. And where life is, everything else follows. For life is the first thing. The ultimate. The beginning and the the end.
Life is its own measure. Its own reward. Its own end. This is not the end.
