Every passing minute assures the fact that we are going to get separated. Each natural element shares with me the course of departure. Parting is merely meant to be physical, yet no one knows what the future hides in its horizons for us: the children of expectancy.
I hate to sound melancholic. Pessimism doesn’t exist in my dictionary, but it is an appraisal of reality, an evaluation of facts and possibilities. One gaze at the scope of actuality strengthens the scene revealed in between the horizons: a procession of memories and events regressing towards a dark zone, a lighted torch fading away, a hand parting from another hand, a tie unfettering, a loss!
No matter how such a bond is important to me, I have to step upon the heart that is not crying but weeping, I have to restrain the soul that is not screaming but lamenting, and insert a pushing smile in my words, draw a spring in my steps, and lift the Hope to upper places.
No plaintive feelings have to be displayed when it is time to say goodbye. Farewell parties are meant to encourage the leaving/traveler not to thwart him/her. It is the right time to fixate an everlasting image of valor, audacity, and a reinforced challenging spirit. Cropping comes later, when distance plays its symphony and yearning coats our eyelids with layers of disturbed esthesises. And surely, it is the perfect moment to eschew the esurient impulse of saying: Stay; it is more lucrative to both to stress on being single-hearted while away.
I hate to sound melancholic. Pessimism doesn’t exist in my dictionary, but it is an appraisal of reality, an evaluation of facts and possibilities. One gaze at the scope of actuality strengthens the scene revealed in between the horizons: a procession of memories and events regressing towards a dark zone, a lighted torch fading away, a hand parting from another hand, a tie unfettering, a loss!
No matter how such a bond is important to me, I have to step upon the heart that is not crying but weeping, I have to restrain the soul that is not screaming but lamenting, and insert a pushing smile in my words, draw a spring in my steps, and lift the Hope to upper places.
No plaintive feelings have to be displayed when it is time to say goodbye. Farewell parties are meant to encourage the leaving/traveler not to thwart him/her. It is the right time to fixate an everlasting image of valor, audacity, and a reinforced challenging spirit. Cropping comes later, when distance plays its symphony and yearning coats our eyelids with layers of disturbed esthesises. And surely, it is the perfect moment to eschew the esurient impulse of saying: Stay; it is more lucrative to both to stress on being single-hearted while away.
So, on that day ..
My look is going to be the Spring in Summer ..
My step the stride of grasshoppers ..
My smile similar to Julia Robert’s ..
My voice the chants of the Benedictine Monks ..
My embrace as that of the ocean hugging the pedestal of mountains ..
And my only word: Indulge in the joie de vivre.
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The pain of a separation,
the tears when saying goodbye,
the prayers for a successful new beginning,
the recommendations for careful steps,
the hopes for a quick return,
the wish for an undisturbed friendship despite the distance...
All these feelings and others boil in our hearts when a departure is near.
Let your feelings be true, let them flow freely. No matter how: Tears, smiles, wishes, prayers... They are part of a fairwell present that your friend always cherish. They will be a reason and a motivation to go forth... and to touch other's lives, the way your friendship touched his!
And that what is going to be done. The grief won't work with me. I tend not to fall in that pit. So, let the head turn to the rising sun, to the coming rainbow, to the shining star, to the bright smile, to the sparkling eyes .. to the whispering tongue ... murmuring hymns of prayers and farewell expressions!
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