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no need to say goodbye
Posted by poeticnook
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5/27/2008 10:17:00 AM
for the past 16 months, i've been around airports more than 40 times, that's almost once every 10 days on the average. airports are where emotions are so real. you see people launghing, teary eyed, hugging each other, kissing, whispering nothings, mumbling promises, holding on for dear life.
on one side there are those patiently waiting, holding flowers, looking up expectantly at each passenger walking out, wishing the next one would be the one they've been dying to see - and finally when they do come out, their faces would break out into smiles, all sorrow forgotten, as if no time or distance was ever lost between them.
airports are places where people come and go and never really stay. exactly how i feel about my life right now, just like how i felt 2 years ago in Makati, when my friends just took their leave and went on to lead different lives. i feel that i'm this relic, this institution where people just go to learn something from, and then when they're done with filling their jars with knowledge, they just leave and go on their ways.
i've been to dozens of airports for the past few months, rushing from one city to the next, met new people and left them without cutting a piece of my soul. it feels better to be the one coming and going into other people's lives for once, to not be the one left stuck in the same old hole, waiting for something new to happen, only to realize later that the "something new" will not really be there constantly, or else it would turn into "something old".
last week i was at the airport, trying to turn the old into new, giving this thing another chance. every inch of my body wants to just fly away and be done with it but i want to try something different, something out of character. i want to challenge myself, see how the cookie crumbles.
just be nice, it's not that hard.
on one side there are those patiently waiting, holding flowers, looking up expectantly at each passenger walking out, wishing the next one would be the one they've been dying to see - and finally when they do come out, their faces would break out into smiles, all sorrow forgotten, as if no time or distance was ever lost between them.
airports are places where people come and go and never really stay. exactly how i feel about my life right now, just like how i felt 2 years ago in Makati, when my friends just took their leave and went on to lead different lives. i feel that i'm this relic, this institution where people just go to learn something from, and then when they're done with filling their jars with knowledge, they just leave and go on their ways.
i've been to dozens of airports for the past few months, rushing from one city to the next, met new people and left them without cutting a piece of my soul. it feels better to be the one coming and going into other people's lives for once, to not be the one left stuck in the same old hole, waiting for something new to happen, only to realize later that the "something new" will not really be there constantly, or else it would turn into "something old".
last week i was at the airport, trying to turn the old into new, giving this thing another chance. every inch of my body wants to just fly away and be done with it but i want to try something different, something out of character. i want to challenge myself, see how the cookie crumbles.
just be nice, it's not that hard.
