Strife comes, we know this as fact, disconnections with those we know and love, anger that manifests in a million ways, distance that plants itself and like mudslide, pulls us away. We know this happens from time to time, we know that there will be periods where people enter our lives, and we know there will be periods where people exit, I have always believed how we handle the exits dictate the people we truly are, the contents of our character. It is easy when these walkaways occur, to flavor them with distrust or irritation, with scorn or the even deadlier disease of apathy, it’s much harder to treat the splits with grace and understanding. I have always believed, when it’s time for someone to leave your life, for whatever reason, wish them well, hope for them a life of passion in a new form, hope for simple pleasure.
This loving kindness is, let’s be honest, sometimes brutally difficult to achieve, but as all challenging prospects, entirely worth it. It takes practice, it takes reminding ourselves daily, it takes more grace than we think we’ve got, but it’s do-able, and it’s vital. Fact is, more people will leave than stay, and the sooner we know this, the sooner we acknowledge it and adjust our sails accordingly, the happier our own lives will be. So much weight we set down, when we react this way.
Are there people who have had to leave your life? Have you tried this method? What have you found?
I will wish you well,
hope for a life of passion
and simple pleasure.
Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
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The hardest goodbye I’ve ever faced was that of my former self. I’m still heartbroken, but not visibly so.
As I get older, I'm learning to let go of people who were just "passing through" in my life a bit easier. I tend to be an all-in friend, loyal to the core, sometimes to my own detriment. One friend I walked away from ended in a public situation. She changed the direction of my life in a good way (she introducedme to dog sports, which is now a big part of my life), and for that I will be eternally grateful. Unfortunately she was a classic narcissist and a bully when she was unhappy about something. There came a day when I overheard her talking crap about me to mutual friends, who knew she was like this and didn't engage. I wasn't able to immediately address her, but a few minutes later when I did, I simply said, "Thank you for the lesson." She looked at me in surprise and asked, "What lesson?" I said, "The lesson in how true friends treat each other. What you just did is not okay, and is not the kind of friend I want in my life, nor the kind of person I want to be. Thank you." As I walked away, the room of 10+ people had fallen silent, and I felt as though a physical weight had been lifted - a weight I hadn't realized I was carrying until I put it down.
She passed away unexpectedly in 2019, just as I was planning my tattoo for the Walking Poetry Project. I added a small butterfly to honor her, and the ways that she had a literal "butterfly effect" on my life. My word was "leaves", and is a small branch with a green leaf for each of my kids and grandkids (I'll be adding leaves soon!), and red-orange fallen leaves for family who are passed on. We are all leaves in each other's world, and eventually the winds will carry us on to our next purpose.