Everyone have, at some point in time in their lives, leave a familiar place and venture into a new one. We're all familiar with the turmoil of emotion when the time to leave approaches. Many of times we are placed in the position of staying and the other to leave, and we know very well on how that feels.
However there are other times when we are placed in the position of leaving and the others to stay. Many are alien to this sort of feeling, let alone feeling it over and over again. Similar unstoppable chaos emerge, dread of needing to brave a new environment surmounts us, fear of uncertainty blanketing over our comfort, turning blue at the thought of the people that you're gonna leave behind; creating some sort of race in your mind, with all your memories speeding by, be it fond, be it anguish, be it long and repeated, be it brief and never coming back.
Everything reminds me of a story I heard: There was a child and everyday his father would sit by his bed every night before he went to sleep and he'd say to him "Son, if you don't wake up tomorrow, if it turns out that today is your last day on earth, would you be proud of what you've done in this live? Because If you ain't you better start getting square.
My flight is in a couple of hours, there's many things I would wish to say, to so many people, especially to some people, because I've got no idea on how things are going to change once it begins, I've got no idea on how to change it back, all I do know it's that, it's doesn't feel the same...
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