12/31/23
You know, it’s hard for me to figure out what needs to be written (and remembered) at this particular point in time. I think -and thank- the day and age I exist in because if not for the internet, and modern advantages, I would not have the peace and sense of validation I have in this moment. If I had experienced this life even 30 years prior, it would have been the “great mystery” of my life. I might have believed he simply died, or maybe that none of it was real, that I had believed a lie. I had been able to trick myself so fully, and be tricked in return: my faith in myself and my spiritual foundation never to fully heal. What a great gift I have been able to receive. Thank you teacher, this is my lesson.
I just finished this movie on my plane home from the holidays and I knew it would be a poignant choice. It’s about past lives and missed connections. It’s about two people who never get to know a shared life, not because of any particular reason other than it wasn’t the right time.
It’s like I needed to connect with others in the world who have felt the pain, confusion, love, and grief I have also felt these last 6 years; to witness and be witnessed by kindred hearts. As the years begin to accumulate, I am starting to understand what it is to hold time in your mind differently. The lines stretch longer and longer and the chunks that once felt infinite, are just small stones in the palm of your hands. What it is to acknowledge wholly the passage of time as it’s own definition continually redefines itself. Some part of me wants to call it wisdom, another part wants to call it folly. The plane quivers in the air as I sit buckled in my seat and I am in awe at the world and the different lives we live each day, in unison. How my truth is different than his truth and how we may never get closure beyond this very limited exchange taking place indirectly across the internet.
I now know my great love may never come to be. I have learned in the last week or so the life he has been leading and why he never returned to me after so many promises. I admit, as miserable and heartbroken as I was/am, he really did do the honorable thing. He may not have thought that deeply about it at the time but I finally appreciate the magnitude of the events he was facing and why he felt there were no words. I know why he disappeared. I know why he never replied to my letter. I know why he felt like he had nothing to offer. I know why he chose to be alone. I know why he let go of a dream he felt could never come to pass.
After all these years, I have finally been gifted inner peace. I can finally forgive him, myself, and my teachers for guiding me in the choices I’ve made since we met. So many things make sense in a way I didn’t have access to before stumbling into this new knowledge. It is precisely because of the timing and circumstances that I can gently hold the weight of it in both hands and see it from all sides. I can feel the edges, where some parts are smooth and others remain jagged and raw. Even the small grains of dust that may slip from my fingers do not diminish the fullness of my understanding. I was not the right version of myself at the time capable of appreciating the truth. If I’d known then what I know now, it would have been incomprehensible. I needed to live in the dark to see the light. The path moves backwards and forwards, and on the seventh day it returns. I wonder if I too gave away my magic turtle and how long I have been standing there with my mouth open.
I thank the world for waiting to share this with me. I hope, in time, more is revealed. Even if it isn’t, I can trust now that I am not meant to know.
It has been a lonely journey in many ways and I’m not entirely sure that I am able to seal off this part of myself that naively hopes for this great love of mine, which has lasted so many years within my dreams. It’s hard to selectively cleave away pieces something that close to you. I don’t know if I will really ever let go and maybe I’m not meant to. Maybe it’s that dream that keeps me moving in a certain direction as unseen forces push me backwards and forwards, like the wind. Trees only grow roots when forced to stand upright against the elements.
Maybe also, this is exactly what I needed to know in order to find the next version of me: the one who feels inner stillness and does not fight the wisdom of the world. I’m not sure. What I know now is all I have seen, felt, been, become. I am who I am meant to be, living a life I have chosen and been guided towards. There was no grand error or mistake. I did the work, I showed up, and this is my bounty.
I am filled with such a deep sadness for the possible lifetimes lost and connections that were severed without my conscious input. I also see that while it may not be up to me, that I must trust the wind; I must trust time; I must trust myself. My teacher has always said the messages are there for anyone who chooses to receive them.