Thinking About Endings
Hindsight is 20:20
There are just over two weeks until the closing of the year and I am thinking a lot about endings. I’ve been on a social media hiatus for over a month, having deleted the mainstream app’s from my phone. I don’t miss them but I opened my laptop briefly to send an email this evening and I couldn’t resist the urge to sneak a quick peek at one of the feeds. There were a flurry of posts about 2025 being a ‘9 year’ and symbolising the closing of a cycle, next year beginning at 1 again. It is also the year of the snake, a time to shed old identities and close the door firmly but fully on behaviours, people and places we have outgrown. I began 2025 feeling very optimistic that I had fully metamorphosised and grown into a self-aware and solid version of myself that knew my worth and would never wander out of integrity. It transpired that this was still a worthy ideal but that I had one more spin of the karmic merry-go-round yet to fulfil. A bit more pain to acknowledge, a bunch of poor choices to make and some egg to wipe off my mortified coupon. However as it turns out, I am happy to report I am stronger, kinder, more open-hearted, less judgemental and more forgiving than I realised and while I wasn’t able to predict what came to pass, hindsight, as they say, is 20:20.
Hindsight is 20:20
When indifference
fails to raise its eyes,
when your once brave mouth
is empty.
A missing spindle
on the headboard,
plants parched
on every surface
a film of dust,
lies unnoticed.
Rooms cannot look skyward,
the light must enter them,
willing receptacles,
in the dark
you can navigate
on instinct without
knocking over
a single picture.
Let the door click
gently in its frame.
Rooms need not be read,
eventually they will
reveal themselves.
