Journal in Light

When this weeks challenge popped up, I was immediately drawn to the classics, like flowers breaking through the snow, the constrasting dirty white of snow with fresh green grass, the first tree buds. Transition became the question of the changing environment and nature as whole. Spring is essentially a transition period after all. It seemed easy, a little too easy. I thought about what the transition means for me, for us. Us as in humanity. I spend some time tinkering with these thoughts. And again, the classics came to mind: Spring is the time, where everyone has hearts in their eyes. Amor, the corpulent little flying baby with a bow, dancing around, shooting arrows. No, that’s not it. What is a transition in life? What does it mean for one? Can nature reflect this?

Growing up from being a young boy to an adult I transitioned through puberty. The same is true for every person on this planet; though puberty is not limited to humans instead, we see it also in the animal kingdom. This is one of the most confusing parts of our lifes. While elders help one to find the way, ultimately we need to walk it on our own.

Being a student and then graduate from university, getting the first job and being a junior is transition, just a different one. From feeling well prepared and full of ideas we stumble into a world, that feels chaotic, archaic and mostly confusing. While we grow older in this scenario, it feels like a step back. And the only way out is forward.

Transition can take many forms in our life, I just have very briefly skimmed the surface of two transitions, that we encounter. Yet they are representative. A transition is nothing beautiful. Don’t get me wrong, there can beautiful moments; flowers breaking through the snow, the first brigth sunlight, your first love. The harsh reality is still, transition isn’t beautiful, it is messy and chaotic. We don’t understand, where we are going, don’t understand, what is happening around us or with us. We already arrived at our new destination while we haven’t departed from our old yet. We are a walking conundrum of unresolved emotions, hopes and dreams.

Though we shouldn’t scald transition in itself. Instead, we should embrace it. We should be proud of our journey, even if it is messy and chaotic. We will grow into a version of ourselfs, that can handle any confusion, that is thrown at us. We will feel, like we don’t belong. But we will come out better and stronger on the other side.