I often feel that transitions are the hardest. We experience transitions enough that we would expect to know how to successfully deal with them. Yet, we set expectations for our future selves which may or may not happen. We sometimes idealize others and are harsh on ourselves. I resonate with this photo I took because it represents different stages of growth; the harsh beginnings and flourishing middle ones. I struggle to write endings.
I recently went to Bar Harbor, Maine to visit my boyfriend’s family for his grandmother’s 80th birthday party. Sometimes it’s overwhelming to meet new people, but I felt at home. Being in Maine is like being trapped in between dimensions of rock and a beautiful place.
Did you ever feel lonely surrounded by so many people? Better yet, did you ever feel it was comforting to watch time stand still in a moment where you can observe something so amazing and forget about everyone else? A moment to be at peace at oneself, lucky to be alive in the moment or simply acceptance is a rare beauteous thing.