October knew, of course, that the action of turning a page, of ending a chapter or of shutting a book, did not end a tale. Having admitted that, he would also avow that happy endings were never difficult to find: “It is simply a matter,” he explained to April, “of finding a sunny place in a garden, where the light is golden and the grass is soft; somewhere to rest, to stop reading, and to be content.”

Neil Gaiman, Season of Mists
When one door closes, a thousand more open.

You always know when it is time to say goodbye.

Sometimes it hurts too much to let go.

But holding on hurts more.

Not everything is for you.

All your blood, sweat and tears…for what?

To chase something that is already yours?

Drop the weight. Claim what is and has always been yours.

It is time.


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