It is strange how things that we once took for granted, held on to as if our life depended on it, suddenly is nothing more than a memory.

Just like with everything.

Our opinions, thoughts, ideas, our friends and the things we have must never become so important that we desperately hold on to them, suffocating them.

Our lives must be like writing on water, one door close, another one opens up. The world we live in, the people we meet deserve to be taken seriously, but we must never take ourselves too seriously.

What I write here is important and completely meaningless, all at the same time. We must never think that the words we use has anything to do with what they describe. To hold on to what has been is asking for trouble.

We do what we do in the moment, then we let it go.

That is to be happy to me.

Today I will board another plane. Pack my bag yet another time, go through security, arrive at a new, yet old, destination. I have been there before, but every situation is unique.

I am grateful that someone has let me stay with them during my journey, and at the same time, willing to let it go, to become a memory in my past.

Next stop is Seattle again. The first day of the rest of my life.