We tend, I think, to not be sad when something ends – but some much later time when reality of the ending, that loss sets in.
Before that there is denial.
Refusal to accept the very obvious.
Because of faint chances we are wrong, premature or hasty in judgement.
This happens in many areas of our lives but never more graphically – never so error-prone as in matters of the heart with people who matter.
Negotiate compromise, or stand firm in claiming what is rightfully ours?
Right to choose, perhaps etched on a stone somewhere …
Nowhere from the Magna Carta to today’s headlines is there protection of any inalienable right to compromise.
Whatever begins, begins.
Whatever ends, ends.
Whatever ends, ends. Whatever begins, begins.
I prefer fresh beginning parts, ones that comes after those tough ending parts. Whether I’m writing on a fresh page or trying to put old toothpaste back in the tube, there are few things that feel better than stepping into the world of new, of fresh, of possibility …
I cannot change anyone but myself.
But, I can change things.
I can start things.
I can make any day, or this day, my launch pad for many rockets …
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 5C/41F, clear, calm, moon sliver – Gusta chose to lead me on a wide-goose (or perhaps rabbit) chase around trees, or maybe she just wanted to give my ankle a work out. It was a lively invigorating way to wake up …
I went to your Musings website and experienced a deja vu. I have definitely been to your site before but not sure why. Enjoyed today's post. No hot summer romance for me either - still searching, K, Calgary, AB