ππͺπ΅π© π€π°π―π§πͺπ₯π¦π―π€π¦ & π’ππ΄π° πΈπͺπ΅π© π¨π³π’π€π¦. Smiling like I have a secret. Amused yet kind. I would like to leave in peace.
ππ€π€πΆπ±πΊπͺπ―π¨ π΅π©π¦ π΄π±π’π€π¦ π π₯π° & πΈπͺπ΅π©π°πΆπ΅ πΈπ°π³π³πΊ π°π³ π΅π©π¦ π―π¦π¦π₯ π΅π° π¦πΉπ±π’π―π₯, π€π°ππ°π―πͺπ΄π¦ π°π³ π§π°π³π΅πͺπ§πΊ. I would like to leave without worrying about what I leave behind.
πππ°π―π¦. Because my journey has been a solo one & to carry something out would be to chain myself to the past. Even if it is a bond of love. I would like to leave all things behind without tatters.ππ΅π³π°π―π¨. When I leave, I would like to go forth drawn by curiosity, not need. Where I leave, I’d like to take what is mine & have that be a bigger self than I came in with.
ππ°π§π΅. I would like to have learnt & not have that learning become rigidity. I would like to carry knowledge lightly, as feathers, not shackles. Or even as waves, coming to me in reminders & leaving to find their own destinies.
ππΆπͺπ¦π΅ππΊ. Because pomp & show are for those not yet ready to let go. I want no echoes to ring after I’m gone, no legacy or scars. Save a wavering memory & maybe a few lessons.I would like to leave this way.