Time To Say Goodbye! I Couldn't Believe I Wrote This In 2009

Time to Say Goodbye!

In dedication to All I have ever loved, to all that have said goodbye and to all I did say goodbye. In my hurts and in the ways I might have hurt the order and in view of our healing and acceptance of reality, I say Goodbye.

03/19/09

There is nothing in the intellect that does not first come through the senses. I conceive and concretize my beliefs from the things around me. A couple of days ago, I wrote in my diary, “Don’t force rings in your fingers. They have the character of slipping in easily; but you might need a jack to crack them out.” Previously, I slotted the silvery ring on my fourth finger. It was stubborn to go in, but I was bent on having it on. The next hour, I needed to pull it off. I tried till the finger got swollen…. Suffice it to say I don’t put the ring on again for the simple reason of not fitting in.

Then I came to realize that with time, something might not fit in again. When I see trees sheave their leaves in the dry season, I perceive a goodbye. A sorrowful goodbye! I see the agony of the trees, meaninglessness and futility. The clinging warmth, the intimacy between the leaves and the branches, the collegial swinging in the wind, the ‘good old time’ of flourishing, all now are gone in the wind.

And I see a goodbye in the metamorphosis of a ‘thing’, when nature forces the Caterpillar out of the haven of its cocoon, to an emergence as both a prey and a pest. I see a pitiable goodbye. Then, when it adjusts to this storm of the unfamiliar and begins to savour its devastation, nature sets in again. The exuberance wanes, the effects affected and defected, till it becomes weak and begins to blister.

So sad it is to say goodbye. Often I wonder what’s good after all about the bye but bad. For come to think of the endangering departure of the chick from the sanctuary of its egg, I see little or no good about the bye. Yet little than it acclimatizes itself with the ‘ups’ and ‘downs’ of existence than its mother pecks with beaks so unfamiliarly painful! A heart-breaking signal that it is now, ‘A time to say goodbye.’

Nevertheless, when I see those tears in your eyes, streaking down to your cheeks, I remember mine there were. You are left alone even when you have tried to bring them back. However, if you have tried hard and it didn’t work, try trying harder and if it works not still, try not to try hardest for you may break down. Save the strength in knowing that virtue lies in the middle. Despite the fact that the seal of love is ineffaceable even beyond reciprocal affection, learn that there is time to say goodbye!

Thusly, though the trees sheaved their leaves, they did not die. They wouldn’t love to let go their ‘beauty’ but at the touch of water, all things were made new: new and succulent leaves, boughs, fruits and scintillating scents. Nor would the beastly Caterpillar have loved to lose its exploits; but at the touch of ‘beauty’ with time, it gave way to a gorgeous butterfly. Now it flies on wings, in colours and goes for pretty petals and juicy flowers. Oh, a ‘heart-breaking signal that it is now a time to say goodbye’ to the mother bird. Goodbye hurts, but would the little bird stay in the comfort of its nest, it would not learn to fly neither would it learn to be man-bird were it to stay forever in the cradle of its birth.

Therefore, learn to say goodbye to those ‘things’ you cannot have, those things you cannot help, those things that don’t want you, especially those things that have said goodbye to you. It hurts and it is hard to accept, but the truth is that if something doesn’t fit in again, it’s a moment of saying goodbye. Do not wish to die because ‘something’ has said goodbye to you. If it is someone you love so much, wish him or her good and never cease to love. It is the only consolation you have. If s(he) belongs to you, your love will win them back at last.

Nevertheless, every goodbye is a moment of reflection, and if your actions have been in the proper order of humanity, expect a positive transformation. The good thing about the goodbye is that it propels you to the secret potentials of the ‘You’ in you!

Goodbye.