There are lots of metaphors to life... They say its like a wheel where there are always ups and downs. Some would say it's a game, where everyone play different roles. Others say it's like a book where chapters are continuously lived out and occasionally forgotten. Life can also be a song...a dream...a battle...a mystery. Whatever life is, it is always lived. There is an endless cycle of struggle and hope... A hope that wherever anyone is, they are where they are meant to be.
For her, life just opened a new chapter. The previous chapter she was in was remarkable and full of learning. If it was truly a book, it would be wise to mark the page with a crease for future reference. She is now ready. Eager to bid farewell to the past and say hello to what is ahead of her. She is ready to clear a space for the future... to put everything where it is meant to be so she can welcome what is coming.
She lightheartedly put all of the objects in a small empty box, now full, and locked it away. She lovingly put the letters aside after she drained herself of all emotions. She carefully lit the candles and slowly put the burning glass in place. She tore all of the pieces of paper and lit it one by one...placed them in the glass.
Now she sees them. White papers amidst hues of yellow, orange and red... and felt it. The warm release of everything she had been keeping. The feeling of freedom from the prison she had put herself in. The emotions torched with the tongues of flame are now dull and gray... exhausted of whatever meaning they had. Then the glass cracked, forced by the heat of the combustion. Mirroring exactly how she feels inside. Cracked but free. She now had paid her respects. What's left is just her and the ashes. She carefully put them away with a free heart and a happy smile. She knows. Everything will be just fine.