“Do you know where you’re going to? Do you like the things that life is showing you?” -Diana Ross
There comes a time in our lives when the long, hard look back yields acceptance of who we are, where we have come from, and what we have done. It means plunging into the depths of our transgression and negotiating that our lapses in judgment be washed away with the tide of human experience. The lessons gleaned may serve as a map for the remainder of our lives.
It is the sure moment (albeit a brief one) where the whites of our eyes are the brightest, the color of our eyes are the clearest. It is when we can see ourselves in the sharpest focus; often it has been influenced by another’s oculus.
It is the proverbial moment of clarity, one’s finest hour, a day of reckoning.
The result is space, a freedom, and an openness that is strangely welcome though completely uncharted. That space simply means letting go and finally being able to move on.
There are so many tales that draw the parallel between diving into the depths to slay a monster and confronting personal issue. It is just as common to realize we cannot move forward without confronting and freeing ourselves from the past.