The longer you live, the better you become at letting go. We let go of loved ones, homes, jobs and ideals. I’ve even heard it said that the human body lets go of some 50-trillon cells every day. And of course, we all know that in the end we must relinquish our lives. But still, the very fiber of our being beckons for us to hang on. And so we must.
When I gaze out into the night sky, I don’t see any answers. And when I've looked inward with drugs, I haven't found any truth. But over the course of time and out of pure necessity, I have found faith; faith that our lives matter, and that the sum of all things is good; faith that love will guide me and that my virtues will be rewarded in time.
I’m not religious, and I don’t often publish my spiritual views, but tonight I was thinking a lot about loss, and I wanted to issue a public reminder to myself...
Life is a process of renewal, and even death serves it’s purpose. So, we mustn’t despair over the empty spaces, for those are the holes in which we’ll plant the seeds of tomorrow.