What if we never see each other again?
At the parting times, desperation, sadness, spontaneous and overwhelming emotions of all kinds take over, and for those moments we can only focus on the fact that we’re saying and acting on goodbye. Time passes, though. Later on, later on, the question asked above takes on a new face: aside from whether a reunion is likely or unlikely to happen, it doesn’t really matter if we do see each other again or not. Separate lives in different places—each and every person is too occupied and invested with the now to truly make a way—make a way for reunions or forever to happen. What about all those feelings of not being able to live without one another, and what happened to trying, and why was there a meaning to brood over having to part from each other in the first place? Do we just enjoy being melodramatic on the stage of life, where scenes of parting are a nature and, in my opinion, too recurring? The passing—coming and going—of emotions; we are all brilliant actors for nailing those parting moments with tears and breaking hearts, and thereafter allowing life to go on, because life does go on and the story between you and me seems to play out to be just another scene in a movie. Memorable, but somehow we just cannot break our “big plans” and not put an end to something that we consider wonderful, because more and better adventures are always to come. Things can always be better, so when are we going to be satisfied and make a choice?
“I know that people say 'life goes on,' and it does, but nobody ever tells you that it's not a good thing. Why is that?"
Because hope remains the last thing in Pandora’s box. We have hope for the future—the “bigger” plans. But we often forget the initial paradox of hope being an object amongst all in Pandora’s box, which is supposed to carry all the bad things in life.
I don’t want to focus on the present and only enjoy the now. I want to continue this and wait for it to never end. Now just let me be melodramatic and contentious, and feel again in a couple of days that although I’ve said goodbye too many times, it might not be a good thing, but it will still be okay.
