If you happen to pause for a while and just for a split second think that I was once part of your life, I want you to remember this: we come from nothing and to nothing we return.
If we could just forget everything—shared memories, feelings, and the attachment that ensues—life would be so much simpler. If we had lived well enough before someone comes along, should it even matter when that person leaves? Why does “what happens in between meeting and leaving” matter so much? What is it in between first encounters and goodbyes that make it so hard to forget?
Not gonna lie. This is what I wish I’d think every time I meet someone for the first time.
So I’ll just leave this here to remind me, that when reality strikes and someone decides I’m no longer worth their time, that it’s the inevitable last phase of a cycle. That it’s just the way things are. Nothing to be upset about. Nothing personal.
Maybe, just maybe, when I come across this post again, I’ll already have learned to take my own advice.
And maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t hurt anymore.