And you’ll keep going to them, and feeling and releasing and shedding, and going deeper into yourself through it, and revealing new layers and truths about it — until you reach that beautiful space where you love without longing, where you feel without a need, where you can remember, acknowledge and be grateful, without expectations or desires, without linking beauty, magic, mystery and the importance of a past journey to what could be.
That space where you can move forward and on, but without anger, rejection or blame. Where you can choose yourself, but without judging another’s journey. Where you can have your life and follow your own joy, while not saying at the same time that they were wrong or bad. Where you can take full responsibility and ownership of your path, while not burying a connection or painting it in the colours of hell. Where you can move forward, in all ways, yet be so unattached that you still love. Where you can rise, without belittling. Where you can expand, and grow and find beauty without any link to it – yet you remember, and you won’t say it didn’t matter. That space where you don’t wait or hope, you don’t accuse, you don’t entertain fantaisies – you just keep walking in love.