You were never really mine...

Goodbyes can be painful, because it feels as if a part of our anatomy is being yanked from our body. Like our favourite toy was flushed away, and we are forced to find something or someone else to occupy our time and mind. But when we take a step back to look more closely, we can see the gifts that are there in void that was left behind. Maybe goodbye isn't always bad, perhaps sometimes it is actually saying "I love you enough to not block you from greater love. To recognise that I can only take you so far, and to know that someone can take you further." As I ponder these thoughts I think of the sweet, sensitive souls, the people who are my tribe, you know? All of you in fact, and how hard it is to navigate your heart in this plane, in this linear, basic, mediocre, hypocritical world. To find those beacons of light in the darkness is such a gift. And you are that for me. You are still that.