There comes a time in a person’s life when she must finally let go of her dreams and simply be content with what is. The day dawns when the old must realize that hope is only for the young. We have missed the boat that might have taken us on a journey filled with joy and we have found ourselves on a different boat that has taken us instead, to a far away place of loss and loneliness.
Our age becomes a cold, hard fact. We are no longer beautiful (if in fact, we ever were). No one wants us or needs us or desires us. We are on our own for whatever remains of our life. We have become invisible to most of the world as we slowly fade like the petals on a blossom that fall one by one, until it is no more.
The things we created and the good we offered to the life around us is soon forgotten. We have reached understanding, knowing that nothing we did ever really mattered. We never really mattered. It’s only life after all.
I am ready to return to the native nothingness from whence I came. Having let go of hopes and dreams and attachments, my life has been nothing more than an experience I have been having – neither good, nor bad. I take each day as it comes now. I have no expectations and I have learned to stop wishing and wanting. The lesson was learned – be careful what you ask for. I accept each day as it comes, knowing that the days are numbered now. As I breathe this deep breath, I know that any breath could be my last. I do not adhere to the illusion of so many, that my life can or should be “saved”. I pay no attention to those who say, “You still have a lot of years left.” No life can be saved. I am mortal. We are all mortal. I take each day as it comes because tomorrow, like the past, does not exist. I have only this moment. My life is but a moment in infinity, a dot in eternity.
