Tuesday, June 29, 2004

I received this email from a colleague of mine. Its pretty cool..
When is it time to say goodbye?

It's time to say goodbye when you walk into a room, and memory starts
assualting you with her nastiness and obstinacy. When you pick up her mug
left on the table this morning, from which she drank before dashing out of
the house to her work, you feel disgusted and filthy, as though you were
violated by her act, your hand had been physically raped by her fingers;
your mind by her thoughts.

Secretly, you yearn for her disappearance. You wish she would not be at
home tonight so that you could have a room all to yourself to think,
contemplate and act. You want to pack your bags and move out of the house,
leaving your memory tightly sealed in the room where both of you share your
lives. You pull out a drawer, and carefully examine the contents within the
space. You find nothing could trigger a fonder memory of her. You can only
cry. You cannot stop your tears; you cannot control the impulse to slap
her. So, you whisper to yourself that you are no longer under her mercy.

And, you want to get on with your life, alone, without any undesired
interruptions from an outsider, whose presence before this has always been
inconsequential.

In one minute, if these thoughts, like a steady stream of river, run
through your mind, perhaps, just perhaps, it's time to say goodbye.

Saying good needs a lot of courage. It has never been easy to anyone, no
matter how strong the person is. But, why can't we say the word calmly and
bravely? We must always believe that a better person is waiting for us. It
may take a long time before you arrive at your final destination, but your
arrival has been planned nonetheless.

Even if we are lost, and can never meet our destiny, at least we have
ourselves to celebrate. We are young, and we are still strong. We have a
career that pays us enough to survive. We have a group of friends who will
always be there for us, when we need them.

Goodbye can be a hard word to say, but it is also the key to a new door.
Saying goodbye shows us a landscape that we thought we would never see. The
word makes us mobile. After uttering the word, you will realise that you
can fly again, up in the air, taking in the panoramic view, as though you
were once again picked up by a stork, which was on its way to drop you at
some place new.

We are lucky.



Jessica WhIsPeReD OuT @ 7:43 pm


-ThE EnD-