A great man once told me, to “accept
the fact that you may lose what is most dear to you.”
I squirmed and exclaimed, “but what am I if not an amalgamation of
attachments? I am made of memories, places, people, foods, experiences. Without
being attached to these things, where would I find meaning for my life? Accepting the inevitable loss of this is a negation of myself.”
He continued to say, “Nothing is permanent Kendall. Only in
accepting that fact can you find happiness. Even as we sit here, with our
coffee and toast, the world is in constant flux. I am changing, you are
changing, the coffee is getting colder, the toast dry. Appreciating the moment
you are in and to honor its moment in the winds of infinity, this is true
happiness.” He takes a moment, "Finding the balance between the finite and the infinite is
a lifelong task. You’re lucky you are having these questions so young. You see
Kendall,” his eyes focus on mine, “We are old souls you and I and our
life decisions make this wisdom a great blessing or a terrible burden.”
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