GOODBYE

For every goodbye leaves a path to trace–a limpid footpath to an endless journey or a trek like beating a path through the undergrowth–only those on the move know best. Those who are left behind will endure this forlorn feeling for a while. It’s only temporary. 

I hate long drawn-out goodbyes, but in this leaving one realizes that life isn’t static. We live this stage every so often, and so we understand the importance of goodbye to get to the other side. We are happy for as long as your journey won’t lead you to a primrose path.