Saying goodbye is the worst thing that have ever existed. Literally.
It’s so strange that I’ve talked to my friend about it just a couple of hours ago and here we are! I’m learning a small talk which teaches me how to say goodbye properly! The universe is making fun of me, because with 10000% probability I will face something that we discussed in English class during the day or vice versa, but let’s return to our muttons.
Of course nearly everything has its end, and people are kind of used to it. But sometimes I feel like everything (especially good) exists just to end one day. I feel it keenly when I’m sitting in a train, plane or bus on my way back home after an amazing journey or after a camp. I often cry not because I will miss my friends, the place or something like that, but because I’m powerless here. I can’t do anything about it. Things end. School finishes, holiday finish, you leave people, people leave you, you don’t like the taste of your favorite bread anymore, people die.
But on the other hand the knowledge that everything will end sooner or later gives you great power. You don’t waste your time cause know it is limited, you appreciate moments of happiness, and I think the most important thing is that you know that bad things also will end one day, they are not an exception. This thought gives me relief and calmness.
Time to get back to the small talk:)
