We come. We go. That's life or so they say. Come and go, it's inevitable; or is it necessary? When bidding goodbye comes, we look back and it doesn't matter if we cry or smile. Leaving is always sad and solemn, after all, both for the one who leaves and for those for whom he is leaving from. We're never as much hurt whenever we go.We wonder why is it that leaving is always painful and emotional. In case we pretend to be unhurt of our going, our emotions could betray us, and lay bare our wounds of our leaving. Hidden or otherwise, wounds are just part and parcel of the whole saga. We cry. We smile despite the pain. And there's the mix emotion, one that is both sad and excited. Then we go; and we've already left before we could ever know it. It doesn't matter when we're gone.
As we leave, we know we could go back one day. It's time that tells us when. What it seems to be the most sensible thing to do when we're leaving is nothing but to look back. It may do us no good but it's important nonetheless.
There we can see people and places, and the special moments, and the memories as well. Looking back hurts. Always. There we can find those we left behind. Some are friends and foes...some are the people we loved, others that we hated...and some we feel near to, others that we feel distant from...people and events and memories that dwell in places we've been to. And we realize as we go, that all of that, comprises the one person that we were. And we realize we did not at all the time love and love.We hate also at times. There are moments in which we're confident, others in which we're regretful.We've loved, we've lost. Memories. How can we ever forget to include them in our suitcase? We can always go back anyhow to cherish and love the more or otherwise. It's a matter to decide for.
When we go, it's not the people or places that we turn our back to. It's the person that we were. It's not possible to include it in the list of things to bring as we would memories.And it's not surprising then, that we feel a sense of loss whenever we go.When we leave, we don't lose people and places as easy as we lose our very selves that we once were. We could go back to the same people, same places, or whatever it is that we want to go back to, but we can never go back to the same "us" that we have left.We realize that even going back hurts as much as leaving.
In our life, there are things we think we cannot just live without. For one thing, we value all that belongs to friendship much as life. But when we leave and go, chances are, we may lose them. We wish we could keep them eternally. We can if we stay perhaps. When we go, we can be able to save some for keeps; but the others, we would totally lost in vain. It is unfair sometimes why we ever have to lose something. The consequence is so painful that we feel we can never afford to lose anymore. But it's totally absurd, as it's totally crazy that in whatever way and no matter how we try to understand how the whole thing works, we may still lose nonetheless for over a time and again.
The same sad feeling goes to the people we left behind. They lose us; or at least in the sight of their eyes.
When we decide to go, there in our hands lay the blueprint of where we're leading to or what we're up to. There's the plan. The itinerary. The tools and principles. However, failure comes when the plan we know best they're gonna work out do not materialize the way we expect them to. It happens. We make mistakes. We blunder. We fall along the road. It's just a matter of luck maybe. But destiny is something we work out for. It's good that it was said, " failure is a choice." At least, we can know if we're doing the right thing.
The moment we go, we should not forget we've been to the places and people we left behind. We know we could have lost a home. But home is where it is safe to be who we really are. It's where we can never be lost.
One day, should we decide that we go back to where we have left, it would be special to reminisce the past just to have the taste of what it feels like to be exactly where we were before. The people..the events..the places.. Here, we can refresh the memories. We go. We go back. The same thing happens. The tears..the smile..the memories.
There we can see people and places, and the special moments, and the memories as well. Looking back hurts. Always. There we can find those we left behind. Some are friends and foes...some are the people we loved, others that we hated...and some we feel near to, others that we feel distant from...people and events and memories that dwell in places we've been to. And we realize as we go, that all of that, comprises the one person that we were. And we realize we did not at all the time love and love.We hate also at times. There are moments in which we're confident, others in which we're regretful.We've loved, we've lost. Memories. How can we ever forget to include them in our suitcase? We can always go back anyhow to cherish and love the more or otherwise. It's a matter to decide for.
When we go, it's not the people or places that we turn our back to. It's the person that we were. It's not possible to include it in the list of things to bring as we would memories.And it's not surprising then, that we feel a sense of loss whenever we go.When we leave, we don't lose people and places as easy as we lose our very selves that we once were. We could go back to the same people, same places, or whatever it is that we want to go back to, but we can never go back to the same "us" that we have left.We realize that even going back hurts as much as leaving.
In our life, there are things we think we cannot just live without. For one thing, we value all that belongs to friendship much as life. But when we leave and go, chances are, we may lose them. We wish we could keep them eternally. We can if we stay perhaps. When we go, we can be able to save some for keeps; but the others, we would totally lost in vain. It is unfair sometimes why we ever have to lose something. The consequence is so painful that we feel we can never afford to lose anymore. But it's totally absurd, as it's totally crazy that in whatever way and no matter how we try to understand how the whole thing works, we may still lose nonetheless for over a time and again.
The same sad feeling goes to the people we left behind. They lose us; or at least in the sight of their eyes.
When we decide to go, there in our hands lay the blueprint of where we're leading to or what we're up to. There's the plan. The itinerary. The tools and principles. However, failure comes when the plan we know best they're gonna work out do not materialize the way we expect them to. It happens. We make mistakes. We blunder. We fall along the road. It's just a matter of luck maybe. But destiny is something we work out for. It's good that it was said, " failure is a choice." At least, we can know if we're doing the right thing.
The moment we go, we should not forget we've been to the places and people we left behind. We know we could have lost a home. But home is where it is safe to be who we really are. It's where we can never be lost.
One day, should we decide that we go back to where we have left, it would be special to reminisce the past just to have the taste of what it feels like to be exactly where we were before. The people..the events..the places.. Here, we can refresh the memories. We go. We go back. The same thing happens. The tears..the smile..the memories.
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