Tues, May 8
... Life sucks, get a helmet
It's difficult to say goodbye after all this time.
The rain will fall down, replenishing all of our broken dreams.
And this burning tree that is withering will bloom again, would you believe? Goodbye.
Walk away.
It's time to say goodbye.
Goodbye.
Walk away.
It's hard to say goodbye.
Now all that's left are pictures on the wall.
Memories and stories that are told.
The more often told the bigger they get.
Create a legacy, lest we forget.
Goodbye.
Walk away.
It's time to say goodbye.
No longer can I hold on to this defeated change in heart.
It's time to sing "fare thee well" to life as we know it.
My voice it will be still.
Something woke me up in the midst of dream and fantasy; half way there.
But He always fills my cup.
And He lifts me up (oh how He lifts me up).
Goodbye.
Walk away.
It's time to say goodbye.
I never took the time to stop and realize that death takes many forms, even while alive...
***
Death takes many forms, even while alive.
I think that we die a thousand tiny deaths every day. Everything that is and that becomes is the death of something that could have been; had the situation been just a little bit different, everything would have changed. The big deaths that we face are the culmination of a series of little deaths every day--decisions that go so far in one direction that they lead to a big ending. Or is it a beginning? Of what, though? Is death really death if it's a beginning... or is birth really birth if it's an ending of something else? Always more abstract questions than concrete answers.....
***
Norm played us that song during our last team meeting at SEMP last year, just before he left, and I'd almost forgotten it until I got a cd for my birthday, and that song was on it. Life has far too many goodbyes, to far too many things, and sometimes all you can do is suck it up, get a helmet, and hold on for the ride. It's not always saying goodbye to people, either. Sometimes, it's leaving behind a stage of life, or a place, or a memory, or a hope or dream. All of those are just as painful and hard to leave as people are. Memories. Memories are sometimes all that's left to hang onto, and even they fade with time. Nothing lasts forever; not even the memory of something already gone. Eventually, the memories will be replaced, the experience will be just one in a series of the ones that make life what it is, and life goes on, and usually, you're no worse off for having had to leave. But it still hurts, and you still wonder how you'll ever get past the sharp pain into the dull remembrance.
infinite || abyss
posted at 5:37 p.m.
