Sooner or later everything falls away.
You, the work you’ve done, your successes
large and small, your failures too.
Those moments when you were light,
alongside the times when you were one with the night.
The friends, the people you loved;
Who loved you; those who might have
wished you ill, none of this is forever.
All of it is soon to go or going or long gone.

Everything falls away, except the thread
that you followed unknowingly all along.
The thread that strings together all you’ve been or done
The thread you didn’t know you were tracking
Until, toward the end, you see the thread is what stays
As everything else falls away.

Follow that thread as long as you can
And you will find it does not end
But weaves itself into the unimaginable vastness of life
Your life never was the solo turn it seemed to be
It was always part of the great weave of nature and humanity
An immensity that we come to know
Only as we follow our own small threads
To the place where they merge with the boundless whole.

Each of the threads runs its course, then
joins in life together. This magnificent tapestry-
This masterpiece in which we live forever -Parker Palmer

What is the thread you follow?