Things kept on changing. This time, this was a good thing. I returned to the lake, the place where everything had started a long time ago, and where all of these things now came to their end, in order for a new beginning at another place. I walked through my town, beneath a foggy sky, but in the light of a life lived well, and looked out over the water, and remembered things. It had been a good time, and it had been the best of places, and now it was time for me to move on and go somewhere else and start another life, and become even more who I was and had to be.
Berlin would be a different place, different in every way conceivable. The way it had to be. The past was the past, and the future was the future, and now was now. I had a new job I was looking forward to, for I’d be doing exactly the things I did best, and I had a new city to discover and new places and venues to explore, and I’d be near the person I loved, who was made for me, and all of these things made me happy and graced the days I spent at the lake with the shine of a future glory.
After all, I knew what I had to do, and I knew who I was and would be, and which directions to take. Who could say as much? I knew I could, beside other things: I knew I would return, again and again and for the rest of my life, for my heart would always rest at this place, and I needed to come back from time to time, in order to stay in touch with myself and my soul. I knew I had to leave Constance anyway, in order to grow and to discover those qualities of mine that weren’t of this place. And I knew where I would be going, not in terms of place, but in terms of my heart, in respect to myself and my love. It was a good life. And as it seemed, it was still getting better.
Labels: Berlin, factual, places
