It’s not about them
Sometimes things only make it into our lives, just so we can learn they’re shortly meant to make it out. Sometimes it’s hard to allow ourselves to enjoy them, when we’re certain they’re not meant to last. And yet, it’s exactly in their temporary presence that we’re meant to meet certain versions of ourselves that would otherwise never show up. It’s even more in their loss, that we’re able to connect with pieces inside that we thought could never exist.
It’s never about them. It’s you. It’s your story. They might help you write a few chapters. But they never get to change the entire theme – unless you’re ready to adjust. They never get to mess with your outline, and only you get to decide when to turn the page – even if they’ve been long gone.
