Not Yet Done

The ruins of your past lay smoking in the rear view mirror as you are carried away into the next chapter of your life. You feel done with all that, but you know you are not. And you don't know for sure how to frame it all. You could call it a disaster. After all, you didn't publish the book that you called your life's work. You didn't even clean out your office or have a party to mark the passing from one life to the next. But that is only one way to look at what is now over. Another is that all those mistakes and misfortunes have gotten you to where you are and where you are is just that. Your heart has been broken, yes, but broken open again and again. The feast of losses has only served to help you see the roiling current in which you swim. So gather up the gems and toss out the trash and dry your tears old man. The transformations have not yet ended, and you have no idea of who you are yet to become any more than the water creature swimming there in the murk knows that it will soon sprout wings, take to the wind, and call himself dragonfly.