Farewells have always been difficult for me.
Unshed tears and unspoken words.
Words that always seem to fall short. Eyes that say it all. Embraces that you never want to end. Moments that keep running past the more you try and hold onto. Words that threaten to unleash the tears that you try lock away.
Farewells have always been difficult.
I thought it was difficult to be left behind but never did I realize how difficult it can be to actually move away, till I actually had to.
To move away from all that was known and certain. From all that was yours. From the anchors that held you in place to being adrift in a sea of change. To a place that feels alien. To people who seem distant. Trying to build a home so far away from home.
So much change and so much excitement that it actually leaves you yearning for some stability and some boredom !! Familiarity seems to give more comfort to the heart than the joy of new adventures. Such are the times as I look for an anchor to hold me in place in a world that seems to be moving too fast for me.
Fickle is the mind indeed as it craves for that which it does not have.
Unshed tears and unspoken words.
Words that always seem to fall short. Eyes that say it all. Embraces that you never want to end. Moments that keep running past the more you try and hold onto. Words that threaten to unleash the tears that you try lock away.
Farewells have always been difficult.
I thought it was difficult to be left behind but never did I realize how difficult it can be to actually move away, till I actually had to.
To move away from all that was known and certain. From all that was yours. From the anchors that held you in place to being adrift in a sea of change. To a place that feels alien. To people who seem distant. Trying to build a home so far away from home.
So much change and so much excitement that it actually leaves you yearning for some stability and some boredom !! Familiarity seems to give more comfort to the heart than the joy of new adventures. Such are the times as I look for an anchor to hold me in place in a world that seems to be moving too fast for me.
Fickle is the mind indeed as it craves for that which it does not have.
2 comments:
I can relate to how overwhelming it is to go through such a change from most things familiar. But it's only going to be a matter of time before you find your anchors and build a new home away from home :). Hang in there, it will get better.
Thank you Neeraja :)
I do hope that happens really soon. Its not bad now but i would like to have some anchor holding me down.
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