the departed
You can watch them walk away for only so long before you have to find something else to do with your time. A hard lesson for some to learn. It's very gratifying to indulge in those moments. Beyond the obvious pains and anxiousness that accompany this even, you still feel a strange feeling of excitement.
The last one to leave really hurt your feelings. It was a long, hard fought battle to get your point across and their departure seemed premature. This only added to the feelings of sorrow as you watched them slowly disappear in front of you. You really wanted to make it end more smoothly than it had and it bothers you to this day that you didn't get it quite right.
The time before, you were able to watch them leave with a great deal of satisfaction. If everytime it had to happen it happened this way, life would be perfect. The time had come with them and it was in everyone's best interest to walk away from it - cold and clean. There was something very empowering in sending them away like that.
You left the time before that. You had to. It was your planning that sent everything hurtling in that direction. Sometimes walking away can be the greatest way to cover up the errors and forget about them. It would seem that the farther you get away, the less likely you are to run into them ever again. Anyway, you left and there was no sensation of watching anyone go.
You can't remember the details of the rest. You know there are more, but the more time passes, the easier it has become to misplace their memory. They slip away like the memory of your favorite pair of shoes from your last year in high school - There for so long and loved so much, but gone even longer and that love has now been given to another.
In the moment of all this departure, you know that something new will soon be arriving. Ultimately, every time something ends, something new begins. Sometimes is can be something fresh and exciting, and other times it can just be old stuff with a new twist.
The next steps are new for you. The next steps will be the last steps.
The last one to leave really hurt your feelings. It was a long, hard fought battle to get your point across and their departure seemed premature. This only added to the feelings of sorrow as you watched them slowly disappear in front of you. You really wanted to make it end more smoothly than it had and it bothers you to this day that you didn't get it quite right.
The time before, you were able to watch them leave with a great deal of satisfaction. If everytime it had to happen it happened this way, life would be perfect. The time had come with them and it was in everyone's best interest to walk away from it - cold and clean. There was something very empowering in sending them away like that.
You left the time before that. You had to. It was your planning that sent everything hurtling in that direction. Sometimes walking away can be the greatest way to cover up the errors and forget about them. It would seem that the farther you get away, the less likely you are to run into them ever again. Anyway, you left and there was no sensation of watching anyone go.
You can't remember the details of the rest. You know there are more, but the more time passes, the easier it has become to misplace their memory. They slip away like the memory of your favorite pair of shoes from your last year in high school - There for so long and loved so much, but gone even longer and that love has now been given to another.
In the moment of all this departure, you know that something new will soon be arriving. Ultimately, every time something ends, something new begins. Sometimes is can be something fresh and exciting, and other times it can just be old stuff with a new twist.
The next steps are new for you. The next steps will be the last steps.
posted by Daniel Loomis | 7:13 PM
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