The cyclic nature of life is irreparable. There’s no avoiding endings and beginnings. There’s no skipping the next stage or erasing the previous one.

Melancholy takes over whenever thoughts bump into this conclusion that life is simply inevitable. And the realisation that we are powerless in the most absolute way hits us.

The simple idea that the best feelings in our lives could (will) die is troubling, disturbing and gives new meaning to wisdom… “All things come to an end”.

And even remembering that this divine science also applies to the worst feelings we experience is not enough to suppress the feeling that there’s nothing we can do to inflict change. Because change is not inflicted by us, change happens to us. 

And we lose control on identity. Because change happens to us and we become it. But we do not control it.
So let go.

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