“In the end these things matter most:
How well did you love?
How fully did you love?
How deeply did you learn to let go?”
When I was staying out at my parents’ beach house recently, I went for a walk by myself. It was bittersweet, and I found myself misty-eyed as I looked at the familiar surroundings. The trees, the beach, the forest path, the mossy meadow; they’re dear old friends of mine. So many memories are attached to the home in which I grew up.
Today marks the day that a young couple and their dog will move into the house. They’re expecting a child in the Spring, so our old home will be filled with new life.
As I took my walk along the beach, my mind bounced between feeling nostalgic and feeling happy for the young family that would soon enjoy this piece of West-Coast heaven. I got to my favourite spot, (a mossy little meadow where I used to play guitar with my friends on warm summer nights,) and I photographed my shadow. For some reason, I was compelled to make a peace sign with my fingers, and now I know why.
It’s time. It’s time to make peace with the fact that our old home will be enjoyed by another family. We were fortunate to occupy it for so many years, and we’ll still be able to walk that stretch of beach whenever the spirit moves us, but it’s time to start letting go.
Buddha believed that all suffering is caused by attachment. It’s true. I’m attached; but I’m slowly letting go. (I just never realized it would be so hard.)