Parting is simply put, a part of life. We part from our parents as we come into our own. We part from childhood friends. We part from milestone moments moving to the next. And unfortunately, but eventually we part from our lives swiftly fleeing to a deep sleep. Although parting may appear discouraging, with every loss theres always a gain. When we leave our parents we find the guidance within ourselves. When we depart from childhood friends more relationships bud. When a milestone comes to an end, theres always another waiting. I like to think of life as a series of departures and arrivals - like a journey that somewhat never ends. We never truly belong to anything and that is what makes life so vivid. Theres a chance of losing everything and with that knowledge we appreciate what we have. If the chance exists of departure the more you realize how much something or someone means to you. I'd never acknowledge the meaning that people play in my life unless there was the opportunity they would no longer be there. Similar to immortality I suppose. If life became endless, what is it worth? Eternal love? No. Because love can't be love without the possibility of it ending - without it being lost. And that is exactly how life functions; without departure it becomes a repetitive motion of a single soul hanging limply on an invisible string.
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