Transition

A transitioning classmate presented a story. In this story, the character is a girl. She speaks to you of how she knows a boy. This boy one day tells her that she needs to die so he can live. The girl is annoyed, she is afraid that if she dies she will be forgotten. Thus the conflict. Then the girl understands that in each action of the boy, she will be present as she led to it.

This felt like a perspective on transexuality. It opened my eyes to such an incredible idea that he presented. Perhaps, if we visualise it as a voice in our head wishing to be expressed at our demise, we can understand how this too is a path to enlightenment. What is enlightenment if not our complete erasure? This is only one of the ways, and seeing it in this light brought out great love. To let yourself go so another can be expressed. It is the surest way to achieve immortality.

I hope to do so. I wish to let myself die so another can live. So succintly he put forth the main obstacle in this- the fear of being forgotten. What great conflict this must lead to! And what liberation bring that realisation- only that which is bound by time can remember or forget! That which is eternal participates not in this business. Wow. Incredible.

I wonder what parts of me wish to be expressed, what fears must be overcome and what parts wish to die. I say wish to die, because I think the girl would have readily acquiesced had it not been for fear. This makes me better understand the fruits of overcoming fear. The only question is then, which fears? Goals, obstacles and life. Life, the lack of stagnation. Wow.

I learn that as I am in a state of transition, there is a voice that wishes to be expressed. Gotta provide, no? This way, all transitions are the same- something new requires the place of something old- get rid of fear and spectate happily, or cling to it and be the buzzkill.