I’ve made it through another end-of-the-world. It’s no big deal, really. I’ve made it through lots of ends-of-the-world. They’ve all been different; their own unique thing. Oftentimes, the world gets better-off AFTER the ending. Because it’s all just a cycle, isn’t it? A circle?
If we want to birth something new, we’ve got to get through the gestation of a thing that’s old. We’ve got to labor it out of us, into the light of its own space, and then let go of it. It survives anyway—with or without us. For me, knowing that’s always been the hardest part.