Moving On

It is a difficult thing to do. Yet, it occurs so often in our lives. Recently, a major chapter in my life has been brought to a close and the last few pages have not been written by my hand.

As usual, I am doing my part to make the best of a sad situation by filling myself with the normal cliches of "change is a good thing," and "it is always darkest before the dawn." I have also been telling others that I am going to be fine despite the strong feelings of doubt that reside deep within me.

To be honest, the times that lie ahead look very cloudy and unclear from where I am standing. What makes matters worse is that I am having serious doubts about my ability to start a new chapter or even my ability to pursue other avenues.

I think it is a mixture of fear and a lack of faith in others that is driving my feelings at the moment. At the present time, I feel as if a part of me has been lost forever to wonder aimlessly into the unknown abyss. My worries are limitless.

I worry that the confidence that I have always possessed in myself will not serve me as well as it has in the past. I worry that all I have known and believe will fall upon deaf ears as it seems to do anymore. Lastly, I worry that I will not be able to begin a new chapter without it comparing it to that of the previous one.

Moving on is not an easy task to overcome. It will take patience, strength, and (above all else) it will take time. I guess I just keep coming back to the old saying, "Man's extremity is God's opportunity." Luckily, it is what keeps me going.

Although I do not know what the next chapter holds in store nor do I foresee what opportunities are waiting to be bestowed upon me, it is my hope that I will not lose faith in the person that has been writing the story all along. To me, that would be the greatest tragedy of them all.