It
is the hardest part of the trip. A goodbye steals a little of your
soul and leaves a void inside you. Everything around becomes gray.
Just the memory glitters.
It was always there. Some almost impossible to say. But while traveling, the rythm is different. In a "normal" life we savor the sweet illusion that there is no goodbye. On the trip it is present from the first moment.
I do not give in, nor do I revolt. These are rules of the game. Not of traveling, but of life. With a ‘hello’ comes a ‘goodbye’ and with this an emptiness. Deep and sharp. One that leaves a scar behind. After that you instantly shrink to the sound of the next "Hello." But you end up forgetting it.
It was always there. Some almost impossible to say. But while traveling, the rythm is different. In a "normal" life we savor the sweet illusion that there is no goodbye. On the trip it is present from the first moment.
I do not give in, nor do I revolt. These are rules of the game. Not of traveling, but of life. With a ‘hello’ comes a ‘goodbye’ and with this an emptiness. Deep and sharp. One that leaves a scar behind. After that you instantly shrink to the sound of the next "Hello." But you end up forgetting it.
You
are aware of the sadness that follows, but you let yourself go.
You freefall and feel the hardness of floor, rise up and treasure
every moment, smiles and words shared. Abandon material and keep
the rest. Keep safe in your heart. They are your most precious
treasure, sealed by a single word: Goodbye!
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