Chapter 3: Transitions
The last two chapters were vague: bringing you into areas of my life, signaling at my trapped inner child & the constant fight between my dualistic personality. Within both chapters, anxiety and restraint were predominant characters.
This chapter serves as a transitionary chapter. A space which will serve as the bridge between my inner complexities and an external light. But that’s all I’ll say about that (for now).
The textbook definition of a transition is “the process or a period of changing from one state or condition to another.” This idea of transitions is also quite vague, I know. But trust me, I have a point to all this madness 😂. Transitions play such a vital role in our life. We’re constantly moving from one mood to another, to one experience to another, and most importantly one phase of life to another.
For me, I’m always in transition because I’m quite honestly scared of any final outcome. I crave the journey: the drive to the destination, the flight to another land, the search for new opportunities.
Transitions also play a vital role in a story, they navigate a thought, event, or idea and channel it into something new.
Half the time, as I move throughout my day, I feel such a weight on my shoulders; sucking away the calm of these moments. When I look around, I feel like we’re all living in a simulation and we’re accustomed to some sort of ABSURD reality.
I see it all the time; suits and ties walking like they own the world, hiding behind money while their truths rot beneath the surface.
On the other hand, the so called insane, erratic, eccentric people of this world that are singers, dancers, musicians, poets, writers & so much more - feel less ugly and wayy more sane. The musicians playing in the NYC subway platforms, seem much more in touch with reality than any individual wearing a suit.
I feel like this is because those who engage in deep, meaningful artistic expression understand life as a story. A story that needs patience & space to develop. As well as perseverance, balance, and structure to grow into something beautiful. They treat life almost like a story knowing that each chapter builds on its own, isolated in experience but connected to another through one central vision.
People say stories are powerful, as they encapsulate so many emotions and human experiences. I feel like the more we deny our stories of uncomfortable truths; the more we dig ourselves into a deeper pit of disassociated living.
On a more positive note: maybe, just maybe, in embracing my transitions and the stories they hold, I’ll finally be able to find that light I’ve only ever hinted at. The one that lives just beyond the chaos; waiting patiently, like a sunrise after a sleepless night.
