Sometimes, the more you know about someone else, the less you want to reveal about yourself.
If the world's a stage and we are all merely players, where is the audience and who is really watching? (If you can answer this question without words like "God" and "supreme power", I'm all ears.)
There is always a moment between two people, no matter how fleeting, which cements the relationship forever, no matter what the relationship. Sometimes you see it in tangible references all around you, sometimes you're left with only the memory of how it used to feel.
Too many times your life depends on the whims of others. Not many of these others could care less about your whims.
You can choose to lose your life either in a flash or slowly; all at once, or one day at a time.
A simple thing like waking up at 8 am instead of 10 am, on a Saturday, could change your life forever. And you might not even realise it until 12 years, 10 months, and three days have passed by.
A restless afternoon could remind you of the time water fell into your lunch while eating, or the time you dropped coffee on your eggs. While even the stillest of nights will not bring back the memory of the last time you felt loved.
If you knew the first time you were saying Hello would also be the last time, would you say it with more feeling? And if you knew that the last time you were saying goodbye was not really the last, would you save some of the feeling for later?
And sometimes, we all leave without saying goodbye.
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8 comments:
For no reason my eyes become moist. Very very well put. Loved it absolutely.
out of words! I feel something amiss here
What a wonderful post. I was reading about 2611 in the papers today. Would any of those killed have thought that this was their last evening on Earth?
Something to think about when one has a fight
My dear CC,
This post is "you" at your most honest and sincerest. Thank you for sharing your feelings. If you want to know, you are telling us enough about yourself that we may care for you.
All I can say is "Live in the present, as if today was your last day."
I survived a heart attack on 2 September 2006. after that I live every moment and day, as if it was my best.
made me sad. *sigh*.
'And if you knew that the last time you were saying goodbye was not really the last, would you save some of the feeling for later?'
This I find comforting and it's what I believe.
I also agree with Joe. At my age it is pointless to waste time behaving badly and reacting to other peoples bad behaviour. I'm not always successful in following this mantra;)
There's a thug in my heart after reading your post...
'And if you knew that the last time you were saying goodbye was not really the last, would you save some of the feeling for later?'
The above makes me think. Recently I "lost" someone dear to my heart. Life is too short for ppl that doesn't matter to us and we should cherish those who matter most to us. Anyway, it's a good one :)
"You can choose to lose your life either in a flash" makes me think of a shocking suicide that's happened recently in Guyana.
I think I understand what you're trying to say here...the tiny events that make huge impacts in our lives...
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