'AND I FIND IT KIND OF FUNNY…
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… I find it kind of sad… The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had'…
And this kind of sums up the shambles I seem to have made of the last three or more years pursuing both dreams and of course Dominika alike!
A friend emailed me last night and said that the way I say goodbye is very thespian of me, done in a manner that suggests I’ll never be returning.
Unfortunately however, the facts bare this out. Most goodbyes have been no less than uncontrollable, I mean, simply brutal. Like, you just know, as the years flash before your eyes, it’s most unlikely you’ll ever see this person again – well, not for ‘real’ anyway!
I’ve spent the best part of my adult life saying goodbye to people. I find myself having to say it all the time. I can’t remember staying put for much longer than a three year stretch at best since I said my first farewells to my family way back when this once young boy’s face had yet to show its wear and tear. And, it appears that finally saying hello for keeps this time was no more than the same old interlude before heading off to life’s departure lounge yet again.
Well, it’s exactly a year ago to the day when I clearly sensed something wasn’t quite right with my current lot, and whoever it was that put the bloody hex on the last 366 days, it’s over now ok… The sun is shining, you got all you wanted of me and left the bliss of the time before the last twelve months in tatters. So let it be, I’ve finally learnt my lesson – right!
So, here’s to new bloody beginnings and hopefully this time onwards and upwards to where the true adventures lie! Certainly what remains here is dying quicker than a kick with a tick, and perhaps the one important lesson I’ve learnt this time round, after the initial horror of a spell broken, is to forget (put to the sword that which once brought you joy) when it’s time to move on…
Another friend I was saying goodbye to the other day insisted we use the Polish ‘na razie’ as she reckons ‘farewell’ is such an ugly word… I agree, but there are some things you just have to draw a line through whether you want to or not! Sometimes the choice is not yours to make anymore!
So.., for some it's forever, farewell and goodbye, while for those where there remains hope and truth the connection cannot ever be broken - na razie!
And, before I go, for Dominika, well, nothing she hasn't heard before, but, never-the-less an old favourite HERE - a track I didn't ever really take much notice of myself until one particularly wonderful afternoon by the banks of Czarna Hancza over a beer and dinner... "Remember; perhaps not"..?
And this kind of sums up the shambles I seem to have made of the last three or more years pursuing both dreams and of course Dominika alike!
A friend emailed me last night and said that the way I say goodbye is very thespian of me, done in a manner that suggests I’ll never be returning.
Unfortunately however, the facts bare this out. Most goodbyes have been no less than uncontrollable, I mean, simply brutal. Like, you just know, as the years flash before your eyes, it’s most unlikely you’ll ever see this person again – well, not for ‘real’ anyway!
I’ve spent the best part of my adult life saying goodbye to people. I find myself having to say it all the time. I can’t remember staying put for much longer than a three year stretch at best since I said my first farewells to my family way back when this once young boy’s face had yet to show its wear and tear. And, it appears that finally saying hello for keeps this time was no more than the same old interlude before heading off to life’s departure lounge yet again.
Well, it’s exactly a year ago to the day when I clearly sensed something wasn’t quite right with my current lot, and whoever it was that put the bloody hex on the last 366 days, it’s over now ok… The sun is shining, you got all you wanted of me and left the bliss of the time before the last twelve months in tatters. So let it be, I’ve finally learnt my lesson – right!
So, here’s to new bloody beginnings and hopefully this time onwards and upwards to where the true adventures lie! Certainly what remains here is dying quicker than a kick with a tick, and perhaps the one important lesson I’ve learnt this time round, after the initial horror of a spell broken, is to forget (put to the sword that which once brought you joy) when it’s time to move on…
Another friend I was saying goodbye to the other day insisted we use the Polish ‘na razie’ as she reckons ‘farewell’ is such an ugly word… I agree, but there are some things you just have to draw a line through whether you want to or not! Sometimes the choice is not yours to make anymore!
So.., for some it's forever, farewell and goodbye, while for those where there remains hope and truth the connection cannot ever be broken - na razie!
And, before I go, for Dominika, well, nothing she hasn't heard before, but, never-the-less an old favourite HERE - a track I didn't ever really take much notice of myself until one particularly wonderful afternoon by the banks of Czarna Hancza over a beer and dinner... "Remember; perhaps not"..?
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