Just checked-off a significant item off my bucket-list, I cannot help but feel a little sad about it today. Don't get me wrong, there is a lightness of not having this idea occupy part of my thoughts. But it is this exact same lightness that is the cause of the sadness as well.
These ideas get a life of their own and it is the void left when all is said and done that is like saying goodbye to an old friend. All the preparation, organising, time and vision that go into achieving a goal give them a bit of a life of their own at some point. Strange how these things sneak up on us. It is always expected to happen but I always seem unprepared for it. Is it that we feel a little closer to our own end?
Is it that we feel a little closer to our own end?
Paulo Coelho once said that it is the possibility of making a dream come true that makes life interesting. So the reality of reaching an achievement makes way for the possibility of a new dream to become interested in. This new dream is already brewing in a subconscious place and it is exciting how the world always conspires to point us in the next direction.