
Letting Go (by gnuckx [CC-BY-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons)
I left home when I was sixteen to travel thousand miles to Moscow where I started at the university. Six years later I emigrated to England, where I finished my studies and became a scientist.
I never really understood how hard it was for my parents and friends to let me go, I only knew what I felt like – born again in a different place, with memories of my previous life fading away fast. I was forgetting who I used to be.
Seems like life has its chapters. And once you finished one of them it’s archived, and you rarely find time to flip through it again: occassional meetings with old friends, looking at old photographs.
In the past two years I’ve been writing this blog, learning about self-discipline, working on my writing, exploring things as ever. Now as change entered my life again on many levels, it’s time to let go of my blog, to break the regularity of it and to write only by impulse, sometimes. I want to focus on my stories more.
It’s a paradox that change is often daunting yet it’s what I need – to move forward, to transform. I wrote a song about it once. Here it is – CHANGE.