“One is never afraid of the unknown; one is afraid of the known coming to an end.”
― Jiddu Krishnamurti
I had a completely different topic to write about today, but I opened my email and that quote snapped up off the screen and swatted me right between the eyes. I thought Oh wow! That is so me! Someone captured my greatest fear in a quote. That is what I’m always afraid of – the known and familiar ending. I’ve never been one to fear the unknown. I’ve always gotten up everyday looking forward to the new things that would come my way. Life was always one big adventure for me, yet there was an anxiety I could never quite figure out hanging behind my shoulder. And now I can. I fear the known coming to an end.
I’m trying to figure out what to do with that. Funny, “letting go” pops up again. My biggest nemesis. I guess life is like a bucket – it only holds holds so much. If you want to constantly refresh what’s in it so it doesn’t stagnate, you have to dump some out so it can be refilled with new paths and adventures.
Lately I’ve been viewing each new day, with problems and joys alike, as a mini adventure. I wake up and ask my higher power what he has in store for me today. Will I meet a new person? Will I be able to help someone have a better day? Will he answer one of my many prayers? Will I learn something new? Will I solve a problem?
And, I guess, if something known and familiar is to leave my life, I can rest assured that it will be replaced by these new adventures I embark upon each day.
And so, as another day goes by, goodbye doesn’t hurt so much when viewed in the context of new adventures in the making, and…I have written.
and …I have written.
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