Endings and beginnings don’t always come with clear defined markers. Lewis Carroll was onto something with his storytelling.
Life might seem like it is going to remain the same for many of us, then a seemingly simple event turns out to be of seismic significance.
In a new phase, one might feel befuddled for a while. The weirdness becomes the norm and one looks back at the past in wonderment.
How much of a lived experience is based in a confluence of random occurrences? And how much of it is controlled by destiny?
Human beings have found words to describe aspects of the condition we go through. Nature and providence might have completely different perspectives and plans.