Some things just don’t work out. That’s okay—it’s one of the modes of learning. In the words of Omar Lee, “Ending something doesn’t have to be filled with regret, anger, or negativity. We have experiences and memories that serve a purpose.”
Exactly!
I am moving on, and it finally feels right. I have made memories, some very good, and I have learned more about myself in the process. One of my central teachers right now has a beautiful way of explaining personal and spiritual growth as if it were a tall building. The people on the first floor can’t see anything but things on that level. As we grow and learn, we reach higher floors, where the views are ever more expansive. Each ascent comes with more understanding of the hugeness around us as our views become less obstructed by neighboring buildings.
We finally, hopefully, with enough understanding and growth, reach the Penthouse, where there are no impediments to our views. We see that we are far beyond the smallness of the first floors. Those floors are not bad—in fact, without them, there would be no building. Each floor has its place and its meaning, and each one, fully explored, leads to the necessity of moving up, one floor at a time.
Sometimes, life events can bring us down to the first floor again, with all its limits and pettiness. That’s where a necessary ending can allow me to resume my ascent up the building. It’s neither good nor bad; it’s just a learning experience, from which I can choose to grow or to stay small.
Today, I’m very grateful to effect that necessary ending, knowing that I am whole, loved and lovable, cherished and capable.
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