Sometimes the guy gets another girl who isn’t you. Other times, the guy writes a song about you for his EP. Sometimes your car blows up on the freeway and you’re stranded at midnight or your left axle caves in when you’re 30 minutes from home. It’s crazy how things work out. In other words, sometimes things fall apart ---but we already knew that.
Here’s a bit of sunshine to light up your current state of shambles: Things fall apart so that they can fall back together better than before. And that’s a piece of news that I will gladly choose to celebrate.
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If you needed a light at the end of a tunnel then I will happily give you a sneak peek. There is a time for everything ---the good and the bad. Therefore, there is a time for things to fall apart, and for you to let things go. You have to, and it’s healthy.
There’s that quote about letting things go, and if those things love you then they will come back, and I’ve heard that in the cheesiest of romantic-comedies, but I steadily believe that there is a season for every situation you are put in, and every person, place, or thing, that crosses paths with you. Not everything that you have in your life will have your name on it, but it will certainly have a reason behind it.
More often than not, the world will fall down around you so that you can find the strength to build it again. If something is worth it to you, you have to fight for it and rebuild, but if something is toxic for you, then you have to let it crumble, and you have to kill it yourself, or else it will be the death of you.
It’s a sad reality, superficially speaking, but in actuality, it brings a lot of positive possibilities. Walt Whitman wrote in the poem Song of Myself from 1892:
“The smallest sprout shows there is really no death,
And if ever there was it led forward life and does not wait at the end to arrest it,
And ceased the moment life appeared.
All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses,
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.”
Originally, yes, this poem is about death and the acceptance of death. Walt Whitman was known for being influenced by his experience in the Civil War as he worked with the wounded (And here are some straight facts to prove it). So, yeah, a little morbid, but also very relevant. Whitman expresses to us that death is inevitable, but not something that we should fear, yet something that we should embrace.
In terms of anything falling apart, we shouldn’t be fearful of the inevitable death of what we know, yet we should embrace that, inevitably, things will fall back together.
