Gone

It is weird how we deal with people close to us leaving . By leaving , I don't mean dying, I mean going away somewhere else-to some other city, or country, or Timbuktu..... Some people weep copiously, bid their tearful goodbyes, make promises of calling everyday etc. etc. Some people are stoic. They show no emotion whatsoever, and pine away inside. And some people treat the departing like they are departing from this world. They will see every moment as the last time they will ever do that, be there, say this etc. etc. , make a million 'memories', gift a scrapbook with 'wonderful' moments captured forever on Kodak (or any other brand, not an issue) cameras and so on. (This is not to say there are no other classifications) I don't know yet to which category I belong. but to please my ego, I pretend I am totally cool- a little sad, but be optimistic about seeing him or her someday soon, and stay in touch like nothing has changed. Which should not be too difficult given that communication technology is so advanced. Yet once someone leaves, we end up deleting them from our lives. So much for communication tech. Whoever said distance makes the heart fonder, was talking out of his/her ass.
Many think that it is harder on the people leaving. I think its hardest on the people left behind. They are the ones who will have to go through everyday with a chunk missing. Temporarily, anyway. The one leaving will have a new place, new people and often, a new life. Therein begins the distance- physical and emotional, leading to the fissure.
I just wonder whether we really are that busy, or simply too lazy. Sigh.

Lessons

When the time is just right, everything happens just perfectly...to ensure we fall flat on our nether-regions.
But then we realise the kick was just what we needed for a jumpstart.

What are we? Decrepit old cars?

I think its much better to learn a lesson from success than from failure.