It's all on loan.
I think about MY apartment. It's mine. And yet, when I die, or I move, it is no longer mine.
My clothes. My car. My money. My success. My friends. My wife.
MY MY MY MY...MINE.
Always trying to accumulate. To keep. To hold onto.
But it is never going to be mine. It never will be. It can NEVER be.
Because I will die. And it will be destroyed or move onto someone else.
And that's a hard pill to swallow. It's disconcerting.
And yet, it's freeing.
To know that the things I "own" are on loan. They are all temporary...
Because I am temporary.
It's like a kid building with blocks. She can build huge castles. Forts. Bridges. Cities. All HERS.
But, at the end of the day, they will have to be taken down. Cleaned up. And put away to be created into another fantasy for another day.
Kind of like life.
What a relief.