Isnโt this place just incredible!!
Brook Point on the Lighthouse Trail in Kingโs Cove, NL. The ocean, the geology and the peaceful atmosphere is amazing. You canโt put a price on this beauty. โค๏ธ๐
Sunday
June 14/26
I think I might finally be starting to understand what life is about.
A soul arrives on Earth, shaken by the journey, and begins not remembering.
As children, we still seem close to whatever it was we knew before we got here.
Joy comes easily.
We can spend an hour watching an ant carry a leaf and think weโve had a great day.
We trust.
We love.
We laugh from our belly.
Then we become teenagers.
And goodness, thatโs a rough ride.
Itโs like being fired out of a cannon into humanness.
Suddenly there are expectations, insecurities, broken hearts, awkwardness, and the desperate need to belong.
We move further away from ourselves.
Then comes adulthood.
We fall in love.
We build lives.
We have children.
We lose people.
We work jobs.
We make mistakes.
We spend years trying to heal things we didnโt even realise we were carrying.
Somewhere in there, we discover that life isnโt asking us to be perfect.
Itโs asking us to grow.
Then middle age arrives.
And something surprising happens.
The things that once seemed important begin to lose their shine.
We care less about impressing people.
Less about winning.
Less about being right.
We start reading more than posting.
Listening more than talking.
Sitting quietly becomes enjoyable.
A walk becomes enough.
A cup of tea becomes enough.
An ordinary Tuesday becomes enough.
Itโs almost as though life slowly turns us back towards ourselves.
Then old age arrives.
The body begins letting go of the world.
And the soul begins letting go of the noise.
The rush fades.
The drama fades.
The need to prove anything fades.
What remains are the things that always mattered.
Love.
Kindness.
Connection.
Gratitude.
Memories.
And then one day, after all the laughter, heartbreak, mistakes, miracles, grief, joy, chaos, and beauty of being human, we remember.
Not with our minds.
With something deeper.
And perhaps thatโs what dying really is.
Not disappearing.
Remembering.
Remembering what we forgot when we arrived.
And feeling immense gratitude for the whole extraordinary experience.
Because being human is incredibly hard.
But what a gift it is.
kr ๐ค