Moving Through

I smiled to myself at the moment of realisation that the very thing that makes you so spectacular, so visceral, so undeniably drawing, is, in essence, just drifting through.

What I am witnessing at this very moment is unique and will never exist again.

In many ways, you are a perfect mirror of humanity. Small pieces of infinite beauty, breaking away and gently drifting through, open to new experiences, heading to an unknown destination, arriving at an unspecified time.

But unlike us, you are at peace knowing that you are disappearing as you travel, void of the self-satisfying need of continual growth. Just like us, you know your time will come to an end, and you know that you will be consumed once again by the very thing that created you.

Watching your graceful acceptance on this journey is something I will never truly understand but will always admire.

Your simple act of passing through, of allowing me to witness and learn, has become and will remain a gentle guide as to how I can contribute to an inevitable destiny. A destiny that awaits us all, a fate  I can now embrace, knowing that it was never about a destination; it was always about the journey back to where it all began.