“I suppose in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go, but what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye.”
This sentence is,
As I like to believe it, the essence of our lives (for most people). And it is apt for everything that is part of one’s life- parents, siblings, friends, partner, spouse, children, pets and even places where we live or visit over our lifetime. We may like it or not, but in the end, we part ways with everyone, everything, and every place. But what’s actually saddening is that we shall almost never know which chance or which moment is going to be our last with them.
Which story will be last one you get to hear from your grandpa?
Which will be the last all-nighter you’d pull with your best friend?
Which walk would be the last one with a loved one?
Which will be the last time you’d hear the sea waves crash against the rocks, as you lie down gazing at the stars without a care in the world?
We always know that someday we will have to let go. But when would that “someday” be, we can never know.
We prefer to live in the delusional bubble that somehow we’ll know when it’s going to be our last encounter with a loved one, a mesmerizing place or experience and we console ourselves by telling our heart “Don’t worry, dear heart, this ain’t the last time. We’ll bid a ceremonious adieu to XYZ when we know the time to part ways comes. But this isn’t it yet!” And we go on about our lives thinking we have enough time; the goodbyes we ought to have said and felt lie untouched, gift-wrapped in a safe corner in anticipation of the perfect moment where they can be used. Alas! There’s none.
In Case We’re Meeting for the first Time,
HI! I’m Shivam Patel, ‘The Monotonous Panda’.
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