Learning To Say Goodbye

All my life I’ve been learning how to say goodbye. It’s hard to predict when the next one happens, but with each utterance it gets easier, even obvious, sometimes required.

When you’re able to have someone on dial any hour of any minute, well, you don’t have to learn goodbyes at all, do you? The conversation and hangout can pick up past eleven, after the highway driving, into another deathmatch and piping hot bagel bites.

And with the airport departure and the texts again about landing, boarding, whatever next city to mentally impose a wasteland, well, it seems wherever one goes or whatever one does shall be reconned. Maybe you do it for awhile, before you realize how hollow your world becomes.

You aren’t ever alone, but it sure seems empty, probably.

And I think it’s just that uncomfortable elephant in the room where everyone has to realize that infinite presence putters out into emptiness. Because my sensor is always blaring on how to talk or what to say, or what’s going on and my mind gets all scattered on what actually matters, on what’s actually living, and now no one is living anymore because we’re too busy wondering how to live properly, or attending to others indefinitely and sacrificing whatever time remaining for your own well-laid plans.

Forget about it all for awhile. All the glitter and reds. Stay silent for a year or more or indefinitely, if it means you found your slice of flow through the seasons.

Say goodbye and remember every hour of your day is yours alone. You don’t owe anyone anything. You’re free! No such imposition --- we’ll wait until you’re ready to be back. And maybe you’ll find some living in the dead world around you.

Should you want to share such things, well, we’ll do as we always do: silently listen. And that’s how it should be! Go live fully! If you want… after all, my thoughts should be of no detriment.