My wife feels torn in two.
Last night, when we chatted online, she mentioned her trepidation about leaving her “other life” behind.
If we remove one month’s interlude from the equation, then her time abroad amounts to a year.
A year in which she put down roots, met new people— and got to love some other displaced souls.
We don’t want good times to end.
But good times are often only recognized as having been “good times” because we can view those chapters within the context of the previous chapters, as well as those chapters that followed.
Life isn’t a series of standalone vignettes.
We’re not part of a sitcom in which last week’s troubles were all forgotten to make space for this episode’s “situation.”
The best job in the world becomes a chore without downtime.
The most incredible experience becomes a drag when it gets dragged-out.
I love finishing a book.
The reflection afterward is something I cherish.
And as sad as I often am to put a good-read back on the proverbial shelf, I look forward to the opportunity of getting to know the next one.
Humans have an interesting way of phrasing their experiences.
“That was the best book ever!”
The expression is nonsensical, of course.
Only those who have read all the books ever written might be in a position to make that judgment call.
But it’s merely a manner of speaking.
And it also illustrates how resilient we can be!
We will feel sad about closing a good chapter— but deep inside our minds, we will subconsciously start scanning for the next killer-chapter.
Here’s to all of you!
May you find your next “best” chapter in life— even if it means you will be required to toughen it out through this terrible one!