Issue of June 23, 2019
Mt. Province

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Invisible wounds

I had to say goodbye to more people than I care to count.

It seems that as we grow older, our urge to move keeps growing. We leave our country, our hometown, the city where we went to college, and leave our homes for new jobs. We make friends all over and eventually have to say goodbye to them. Most of us are not good at saying goodbye.

When I was young, I used to say goodbye to an annoying person, but now that I’m older, I often intend to forget why I should ever want to say such a thing in the first place. If you’re like me, it is okay not to be great at saying goodbye.

I suck at goodbyes. I choose to go on a day like nothing ever happened. I don’t say goodbye because I do not want someone’s leaving be the last memory I have in mind. I settle that tomorrow will just be like yesterday. When we initiate goodbyes, we tend to focus on the emptiness and sadness we’re left with after we part ways. I refuse the scheme of goodbye. While others are busy taking photos and keeping promises, I often skip it and go straight to packing up my stuff and hitting the road. For some, there’s no need for all that. Goodbyes aren’t necessary because they will see you soon and also because long, drawn-out goodbyes might make them realize it might not be so soon, and that would be uncomfortable. Avoiding goodbye is the easiest way to keep all the feelings intact. Later on, we say the farewell in our heads. That’s all we need, sometimes.

Saying goodbyes can either evoke a sense of relief or a sense of emptiness. Take this time to tune into what you’re feeling and allow it to unfold.

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