Parting

The arrival of an adjunct to our team, is accompanied by sweet sorrow as epitaph of twilight was gone from our presence. Yet, it is strange, but I feel no great sadness or sorrow. Is it due to the iron encasing my frozen heart? Or is it due to the fact that we still associate with each other in the homeroom. Indeed it led me to the profound thought of partings.

While parting seems to be a big matter to everyone else, the concept of its sorrow is indeed lost to me. Parting is not a curse, it is an inevitable gift. It forces us new perceptions of people, gives time from a mold to a new shadow, allowing a glimmer of metamorphosis. It allows for new opportunities, new impressions, new relationships. Parting is indeed sweet.

Indeed, I see the logic behind the sorrow of parting. Yes, you might never see or hear of that person that you love until he dies or you die. But is it not for the best. At least nothing happens to jeopardize your impressions of him and your memories together. There are indeed possibilities that you and him are destined to have more wonderful memories but there are also possibilities towards the contrary. In positive light, the memories you have are protected forever. When he comes back to you a worse man, you can avoid him using the distance from parting as an excuse. If he comes back a better man, your memories turn sweeter and you can yet again make new memories. Indeed parting is a gentle light that casts bittersweet memories into sweet nostalgia.

Maybe because of the fact that most of my memories here are filled with deep anger, bitterness and sadness that I could not wait to leave to perhaps gain a new hope. But parting, is not the end. It is the beginning of something else, a gift bestowed from God and thus do not be sad if it comes to pass but collect the mementos that are your memories and cherish them so that the time spent is not empty and the parting does not leave a void of emptiness. Friends, when it is time to say goodbye, do not cry. Sayonara.