"When you get those rare moments of clarity, those flashes when the universe makes sense, you try desperately to hold on to them. They are the life boats for the darker times, when the vastness of it all, the incomprehensible nature of life is completely illusive. So the question becomes, or should have been all a long... What would you do if you knew you only had one day, or one week, or one month to live. What life boat would you grab on to? What secret would you tell? What band would you see? What person would you declare your love to? What wish would you fulfill? What exotic locale would you fly to for coffee? What book would you write?"
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Or maybe you are saying goodbye to a professor you had all four years of your college existence. Naturally, your time together is over. This is really goodbye.
I think we brush off goodbyes, as humans. We don't like to do them, so we don't. It becomes a light-hearted, "Oh I'm sure I'll see you soon!" And then that person moves away and you never see that person. Then, that time when you two just bumped into each other at the supermarket- just so happens to be the last time you will ever talk to that person.
I think its easier to hope. To hope that maybe fate has something else in mind. That if the fates wanted you two, three, four or whatever number of people to be together, there would be a way.
Sometimes your final goodbye isn't so final after all. I hope this is true.
P.S.- I have a REALLY wonderful picture post coming tomorrow! Look forward to it!