I’ve had quite a few departures as of late.
I’ve been rearranging priorities, turning opinions into beliefs and changing the way I see myself. I’m refusing to doubt my worth, focus on insignificant things, believe convenient lies and continue to conduct my life in a way where I make myself unhappy.
I’ve left people behind that I thought I would never be able to live without. I’ve come to terms with loneliness, walked through aloneness and recognized their distinct differences.
I’ve walked away from God and come back to find that He never let me go. I’ve wrestled with the hurt and pain caused by those who claim to love Him. I’ve watched ‘good’ people ruin each other’s lives through scandal and pride. I have looked at my own hypocrisy and marveled at my own darkness.
These are things I have known; that I have left behind. I have shaken the dust from my feet and I’m walking out of this place.
I think perhaps the significance of a departure is the impending arrival at a different place, perhaps even as a different person. There is no way to traverse this life without changing along the way; to leave one place is to arrive at another, even if the new place is just another path.
