Goodbye

Goodbye is such a funny word, isn't it. It implies happiness. We say 'Good morning', 'Goodnight', and for some rural folks 'Gudday'. But when we say this we generally want this person to have a pleasant morning, an agreeable night, a fantastic day. But we don't often want to say goodbye to people. Once in a while a person comes into your life that you never want to leave. But if history has taught us anything it's that things will always end. That nothing is forever. And try as we might we must all say goodbye at some point.

Goodbyes can be easier, or they can be hard. If we don't particularity like the person than it's more than easy to say 'goodbye, and good riddance'. But when we love that person then the parting is never good. It may occasionally be sweet sorrow, but it usually isn't. It's that fact that time is marching on; and all that we have left is the memories in our heads. And even they can be eroded away by time.

Often in the movies the hero has plenty of time to say goodbye. The bullet takes time to snuff out the candle of life, or the plane patiently waits for the monologue to end. But life isn't like a film. We don't get what we dream. They may die before we expect them to. The plane might need to leave now. And we never get the goodbye we want. Instead we say bye in a hopeful tone, that one day we'll meet again.

Perhaps that's why we say goodbye, not because we hate the ending, but because we wait the beginning. Not because we fear that we won't see each other again, but we hope that our passes will cross. At the end of the day no goodbye can be permanent if you don't want it to be. While they say nothing lasts forever, a goodbye can be the shortest thing in the world. And if it really is the last goodbye then make it one of hope, not despair. Because you never know when you might say hi again.

My First Poem

A world without you is like:
A film without pictures,
A song without music,
A story without words.

When you laugh I laugh.
When you cry I cry.
And when you smile the world seems less dark.

With you the minutes feel like hours,
The hours feel like days,
And time stops for these perfect moments.

Your problems are my problems.
I am you crutch
As we fight against the storm of life.

Through wind, rain, hail and snow,
I will be by your side
The moment you call.

So when this brief life ends
And if your resigned to Hell
I'll come down and join you.
Because any time with you is Heaven enough.

Friendship

Have you ever stopped, looked around, and wondered where the hell your friends came from? I don't mean the ones on Facebook, that exist as little more than text on a screen and random encounters at a party. No I mean your true friends, your BFFs. The ones you can tell anything to; and you know they'd listen. The closest thing you have to love without all the complication of dating and sex. Ever wonder how your friendship formed? There's over six billion people on this planet; and somehow you two meet. Sure it's a geographical thing, more than anything, but there's thousands of people living around you. Like bacteria in a drop of water, you are a minute nothing surrounded by others like you. And yet this friend exists; and they talk to you. You look back and barely remember how you met. Perhaps you were in diapers, or you just bumped into each other. Why are you friends, anyway? Sure you have common likes and interests, but it's more than that. A random stranger next to you might enjoy Doctor Who, but you aren't going to tell them how you struggle with your sexuality. Humans are social creatures, we form packs. Think about how many groups you have. You have work friends, old acquaintances, Facebook buddies. Would you reveal to any of them that you have a self-harm problem? So what makes you best friend so different, so important that life without them is like a fish trying to comprehend not living in water. A fact the mind literally can not process. Sure they bug the hell out of you sometimes, but that's the point. You can look past their flaws to see the true person. Sure they may never shut up, they might say the wrong thing or act in a manner most inappropriate. But where random strangers see a twat you see the true side, the side hidden from the world. The 'you; that only you and they will ever know about. Friendship is hard at times, irritating, annoying. But would you want it any other way?