So many expectations come when our calendars take another turn - promises and declarations of who we might become, how we need to transform, and how the path ahead shall take us to unexpected destinations. But what if this year we let go of such burdens? What is we accept that not every moment, that not every year has to be filled with an endless stream of breathtaking chances and wild rides? What if we make a pledge, that the year to come shall be simply peaceful? A chance to recollect, reflect and enjoy the journey walked so far? Without shame or excuses. Without fear or malice.
For everything in this journey of life we are on, there is a right wing and a left wing: for the wing of love there is anger; for the wing of destiny there is fear; for the wing of pain there is healing; for the wing of hurt there is forgiveness; for the wing of pride there is humility; for the wing of giving there is taking; for the wing of tears there is joy; for the wing of rejection there is acceptance; for the wing of letting go there is the wing of keeping. We can only fly with two wings and two wings can only stay in the air if there is a balance of both. Two beautiful wings is perfection. Yet we are told to idealise perfection as the existence of only one of these wings every time. But he sees that a bird with one wing is imperfect. An angel with one wing is fallen. A butterfly with one wing is dead.