Swamped in work at the moment. But I'll be turning 21 this Sunday! Which means another year has gone by, inevitably.
It's strange to think that so many things are drawing to a close in spring. That's not what we are taught, is it? Spring is rebirth and re-awakenings, not a time for looking back or saying goodbye. But perhaps life is less organised than we think, and maybe it's more chaos than sense. Does time and reality need us to be structured? I think it's too simplistic to think that the sense we make in our minds of all the things that happen to us are illusions of control, but how much can we affect events, those that are coming and those that have passed?
I wouldn't mind some extra control right now, though. Thinking about rebirth; some would say that things coming to an end must mean more things will come. But it is not always true that just because something ends, something else must begin. Sometimes, they just end, and you have to learn to deal with that, to bring order to that gaping hole that threatens you with chaos. Since I have yet to face that, I guess I can only speculate as to what you will need. In this discourse, perhaps an anchor would be the best metaphor?
Friends. Family. Love. They hold me down when I think I'm falling up into empty space. They keep me grounded when my mind races off to absurd lengths and I need to stay focused.
What's you anchor?