You Have To Die, To Be Reborn Again
A (kind of) poem
“When you’re growing, you also feel like you are dying. That is because a part of you is. Nobody talks about this, but you have to grieve the loss of who you were before you can fully step into who you are going to be“ — Brianna West
Sometimes, you don’t realize how much you’ve changed over time, It might be days, weeks, months, or even years. No one can tell.
Small, subtle changes often occur, but these tiny changes add up to tsunami-sized ones in those rare occurrences. And you stop recognizing yourself anymore. Sometimes for good. Sometimes for bad.
We, humans, have this horrible trait of holding onto things. It’s hard to let go, even if it’s our previous self. Worse, we often don’t understand that we’re holding onto ourselves, unknowingly stopping us from moving forward. Because, you see, we’ve been with our past selves for so long, it’s similar to letting go of a decade-long relationship.
Understandably, it takes time, for it’s a process. But again, as humans, we stall the inevitable. We let it grow and grow until it bursts one day like a blob of puss oozing out of the wounds.
The loss is sudden. You go down a spiral. Mourning. Cursing that you didn’t have enough time to say goodbye. But deep down in your heart, you know that you had been having your last conversations all along. You were expecting this. But you weren’t accepting it.
You then realize you could have given yourself a proper closure then. But it was too late now. Alas, you’re immensely grateful, and unexpected peace fills your heart. You would not be what you’re today if not for your past self. And now you’re finally ready to let go. As you know, both of you cannot survive together. You have to pay respects and move on.
For you had to die to be reborn again.






