Departure

Life tends to be monotonous at times, routinely, even. There are days that at the moment you wake up, you mutter, "here we go again," because you know what will happen. You know who you are going to see today, what you will do and how the day will end. After all, you've been living like this ever since you can remember. You have mastered going on about your life.

But this is an illusion. The world is in constant flux, right before your eyes. It is happening everywhere, even inside your own body, and yet it is a fact that is easily, carelessly neglected. You are always warned; the signs never fail to do their part. Nothing should surprise you.

But then it happens. Suddenly you lose a loved one. He left you. Maybe on purpose. Maybe it was just time. Nevertheless, he has left. And you can do nothing about it.

You stop on your tracks and fall silent. What else can you say? What else is there to say, if he has already left and would never come back? As the reality of his departure is sinking in, a hole is drilled in your heart --- a part of you that you are so unwilling to let go of, but circumstances force it out of you. Ironically, it is at this realization of him leaving, that his presence is magnified.

Memories of him flood in your mind, but to you, at this point, they are not mere memories. You are taken to a time when he was still here, with you. These events seem new to you, despite the nostalgia, for in these flashbacks, you see him in a clearer light. You watch every little gesture he does, listen to everything he says and love every piece of his existence.

And that does it. Sadness creeps in, and stays there.

One day, you will wake up, whole; and the past would only be a dream--- a life you lived in another paradigm.