Losing a piece of yourself

Tonight, one of my rings, something I have worn almost every day of my life since 1998, finally broke. Once a Celtic knot breaks, the power that it possesses is lost as well, since it is no longer unending.

This saddens me somewhat, this ring has been a part of my life for 10 years, it has been here since the beginning of my path, and I was hoping it would last much longer.

So now I’m faced with a quandary, do I accept the fact that it’s of no longer use, and that I can live without it, or do I go in search of a replacement?

Looking at the thumb in which this ring has surrounded me for so long, I can still see the pattern, the metal has literally become a piece of me.

I don’t know what to do, to be honest. I need a night to sleep on it.

Perhaps this break in my history is a precursor to something more, perhaps something better. Only time will tell.


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