Transition is so easily romanticized. Tough moment leads to rebirth. Lessons learned. A few wise lines and all is well.
I don’t find anything momentary or momentous about transition. Nothing simple, superficial or quick to sum up. I’ve experienced none that did not involve years and the ups and downs of suffering.
Calamity strikes. We survive and dig ourselves out of the darkness. See daylight. Feel relief, maybe some ecstasy and then set out to find home again. The one we were born into. We felt the blow but never really see when the bruise disappears. We’re closer though, smarter and appreciate everything a little more. We have transitioned. Until the next time.