nada dura para siempre. in the words of hector lavoe - everything has its end, nothing lasts forever. all around us things come to an end. some peacefully, others not so much. some necessary ends, others cut short before their time. but all things do end. "the end"can mark the beginning of a bold new chapter for some and the sad end of an era for others. it can be defined as birth or death all dependent upon which side you are standing on. it's kind of ironic.
well an end is arriving for me. it marks the completion of a cycle in my life that surrounded a period of development. despite the separation of work from play, family and spirituality, it's interesting how it can serve as the context in which all other things happen. similar to how many remember the high school or college years by events that took place within particular years of their studies. my life has been written within the hardbound covers of my professional career. perhaps i'm being dramatic. but when i look back, i see a girl - uncomfortable in her own skin, not sure of her direction. i recall, life changing experiences - intimate relationships, life, death, discovery. as i look to the present, i find a woman - knowing, humble yet confident, looking intently into the future. there's lots more life waiting to happen as i take the next step in my professional life. beginnings and ends. perhaps its time for a new book por que todo tiene su final and this one is just around the corner.
