To Soar and to Fall

I never realized that my days would wind down. I know that sounds strange. But I now know they do. I seem to be on a journey. Towards a more complete understanding. Of myself, of a deeply embedded truth, previously obscured. About the nature of life, about meaning and purpose, about who I am, who I was, and who I might yet be. It’s surprising, refreshing, actually invigorating. No, not dark at all. There’s a sense that I can still achieve some sort of completion, a mastery, acquire an elusive wisdom, satisfying insights, about life and purpose. A closure. Oddly, my spirit, my soul, does soar as the days fall away.