Thrace: Nothing but the rain.
Adama: Then grab your gun and bring in the cat.'
- Battlestar Galactica
How do we let go?
How do we say goodbye?
Is there really a way to leave behind the person we were, so that we may become the person we want to be? Is there really a way to part with someone we love and not feel loss? Can we be more with less – less of that, without which we are not our true selves; the indispensible? Sine qua non.
I ask you this, my dear, vociferous readers, not to sadden, but to strengthen – not to hurt, but to heal. Look into your souls and tell me that you have not done something you regret, that in all your lives until this moment, there has never been a decision you now see was wrong. A choice you now wish you could make again.
We are, all of us, fallible. We are human. We make mistakes... And this is our curse, but also our blessing. It is how we grow, learn, evolve – we stand taller after every tragedy, we are better after every mistake.
For we are, after all, the decisions we face, the choices we make... the paths we take.
'So say we all.'
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