Life should not be about hellos and goodbyes.
It should be the sum of everything in between.
My life is punctuated with hellos and goodbyes. And like most tragedies, they’re played out upon a stage, with an audience looking on—sometimes cheering, sometimes gloating.
I wish things could be simpler, but that’s not what my life was meant to be. I’m hamstrung by the beginnings and the endings, rather than enjoying what lies in between.
I’m at a new beginning, again. A fresh start? I live in hope.