It's strange: when you start packing, you notice that everything you brought to certain place just never seem to fit again on the same bag when you leave. Sure, there are things you get along the way: new clothes, shoes, bed sheets, pillows. But even if you take these things out of the equation, it just still never fits. So much for the laws of Physics.
I guess it will always be like that. There is this invisible extra weight you carry when you leave a place. In a discussion I had with a colleague, he mentioned that Science was able to weigh a spirit by measuring a body before and exactly someone dies. Although the difference was just a few micrograms (you needed special equipment, I was told), they proved it was there (personally, though, I believe it was just air leaving the body). Maybe it's something like that. When you leave, you become heavier than when you came in. You become heavier with a mix of things: memories of times both terrible and great, emotions like happiness, anger, and probably even love, heartaches, joys, experiences gained, praises earned, mistakes made, lessons learned, probably an ounce of pain, and maybe lose a few weight from the tears you've used up along the way.
But the heaviest thing you will ever take away with you when you leave is the most important thing of them all: friends. Yes, and only the true ones, though. Those that take eons to forget you and for you to forget them. And that is something you can never leave; it will always find a way to tag along with you. This is because true friendship knows no distance, no boundary, no time. And, hell, it does make things even heavier when you leave.
As I finished packing my things up, doing a final check on all my baggage, I can't help but sigh. You wish sometimes you could stay a little longer, just a little more time with the people you have crossed paths with and enjoyed however brief a time you had with them. But life does throw many unexpected things, and all you can ever do is just adapt. However, if destiny permits, then somewhere in this grand adventure called life, I am certain our paths will cross again, whether I like it or not. So, let there be no goodbyes, only see you again soon.
Next time, I should bring a bigger bag. One that expands too.
I guess it will always be like that. There is this invisible extra weight you carry when you leave a place. In a discussion I had with a colleague, he mentioned that Science was able to weigh a spirit by measuring a body before and exactly someone dies. Although the difference was just a few micrograms (you needed special equipment, I was told), they proved it was there (personally, though, I believe it was just air leaving the body). Maybe it's something like that. When you leave, you become heavier than when you came in. You become heavier with a mix of things: memories of times both terrible and great, emotions like happiness, anger, and probably even love, heartaches, joys, experiences gained, praises earned, mistakes made, lessons learned, probably an ounce of pain, and maybe lose a few weight from the tears you've used up along the way.
But the heaviest thing you will ever take away with you when you leave is the most important thing of them all: friends. Yes, and only the true ones, though. Those that take eons to forget you and for you to forget them. And that is something you can never leave; it will always find a way to tag along with you. This is because true friendship knows no distance, no boundary, no time. And, hell, it does make things even heavier when you leave.
As I finished packing my things up, doing a final check on all my baggage, I can't help but sigh. You wish sometimes you could stay a little longer, just a little more time with the people you have crossed paths with and enjoyed however brief a time you had with them. But life does throw many unexpected things, and all you can ever do is just adapt. However, if destiny permits, then somewhere in this grand adventure called life, I am certain our paths will cross again, whether I like it or not. So, let there be no goodbyes, only see you again soon.
Next time, I should bring a bigger bag. One that expands too.