IN MEMORY OF ALL OF THOSE WHO’VE WALKED OUT OF OUR LIVES
I've concluded human interactions are typified by ackward introductions and cutting walkings away. It so important to enjoy the often all to brief goodness of knowing someone that goes on between these beginning and endings. Beginings and endings that seem to be as predictable and inevitable as the rising and setting of the sun.
Human relationships are so beautifully difficult. It is hard to hold onto anyone in this world. It takes two people to have a relationship. That must be noted. So far it's been other people's issues not my own that causes them to disappear from my life. (Even though most of them tried to conveniently pin it on me). This realization has not usually made it easier to see the people go.
Still, I've been forgiving myself for trying I did in the friendships/ relationships I've had that ended terribly. Increasingly I'm finding the bravery to say that I would have still picked up the telephone the first time to call these now departed souls, even if I'd known how ugly the final hanging up would be.
Les choses que tu resistes, persisterons.
Les choses que tu embrasses, effacerons.
What you resist, persists.
What you accept, erases.