Boxes are beginning to pile up around the apartment. At least, full boxes are piling up. Since December we have been gathering these all-purpose storage containers because we knew that we would be moving. OK, all conversations of foreknowledge aside. . .we were hoping that we would move - desperately hoping. And now that seems to be happening because of a timing higher than our own.
So the boxes are stacking and stuff is disappearing from reach. Soon this will no longer be our reality but only a memory of what once was. Like it, love it, or hate it you have to admit that this scene causes for a brief pause. No matter how much I am anticipating this move, we did spend a year and a half of our lives in this place. In fact, we grew way more than a year and a half's worth within these walls. And now the new day prepares to dawn.
The reality that brought us tears and laughter, heartache and friendship, love and loss will soon be a memory. We will be in a different place. And the more I think over this the more I realize just how this whole life ends up. I suppose some would say that this present reality will someday be a memory and we will be in another reality known as heaven. Yet this seems like a great understatement that provides a disservice to what will actually happen.
For our hope is not that someday we will enter into another reality but that we will come to know reality for what it really is. This is the dim reflection that will be shattered in the moment true light shines upon it. And so we find that our reality does not become memory simply because another reality takes its place. More precisely, what we experience now is a fading memory that promises to keep slipping into reality.
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