Lately I've been seeing life as if it was a book: Each day can be thought of as a blank page in the morning when we wake up. As we start taking actions, having interactions and experiencing emotions throughout our day, the words begin to appear on the page.
Sometimes we may not realize it, but the page where we are currently found may be the end of a chapter which was begun to be written years ago. This is the way I've been feeling about the days in the past couple of weeks leading up to today.
You see, my father passed away a couple of weeks ago; and as we were wrapping up his funeral service and saying my goodbyes to everyone of the relatives and siblings which had flown in from out of town for his service during the week, I realized that I was approaching the end of a chapter in my life which started when my father became ill with cancer almost 10 years ago.
Like the way I do with actual books I read, I had to pause and reflect about the chapter that I have just completed: What are the learnings I'm taking from this? How will apply what I just learned moving forward?
This one was a very heavy chapter and thus required that I take my time digesting what just transpired. It has been one of those events that forces you to stop whatever you are doing and be fully present to what is happening in the moment (Right here. Right now). A lot of emotions were triggered by the events that ensued following my father's passing, and it was important for me to be present to those emotions and taking my time to process them.
Even though I am now feeling a little more at peace with the thought that he now is in a better place and not suffering anymore, I still think this is something that will take a long time to fully heal. And perhaps I may never heal completely, but one way or the other, life must go on: Even though my father's book has come to an end, mine is still being written and as the author, I get to ask myself "What do I want the pages of my new chapter to say?".