“Once a story’s told, it can’t help but grow old …”
There is just something about this phrase that captures my attention. For me, it’s about knowing when to let go; knowing HOW to let go. Being present in the moment where an experience shifts from something colourful to something to a more grayscale snapshot of what it once was, what it then represented, who you were, in that moment in time, that moment that is now gone; alive only in your memory, haunting the present because you have not yet let it go.
We are dynamic at essence. Life happens, and the experiences we encounter along the way changes who we are.
When we’re reluctant to honour those changes for the opportunities they represent, when we’re reticent to step fully into each new and grander version of who we are – our ‘colour’ starts to fade. We move toward living each day as grayscale versions of ourselves, navigating each moment as we have done in the past, responding to day-to-day activities as we did before we had the experience, knowledge, information, insight that replenished our ‘colour’, capacity and vibrancy.
Sometimes we hang on to out-dated concepts of ourselves because somewhere within, we believe that’s as good as we’ll ever get, that our best moments have passed, that we’ve peaked in the areas of wisdom, energy, likability and more. We measure where we are now against our opinion of who we were then – and we fade to grayscale without even knowing it.
You have permission to change over time. You are allowed to follow new passions, hold new beliefs, try different approaches and expand, or rework, your network of connections. You are dynamic, colourful, insightful and able to continually create yourself to be the very best version of who you choose to be.
There are some places we must go alone; to reflect, readjust, renew and re-emerge. For once a story’s told – it can’t help but grow old …