Saying goodbye is hard, what’s worse is when “goodbye” becomes a routine.
Throughout my life I have been moving from one place to another, staying in the lap of nature, away from the city in protected boundaries. Sometimes the place may be among the twisting mountains or at other times inside a greenery filled wildlife sanctuary. If I carry on with my stories of travel, I would have endless of them, something which may seem attractive. Yes, I do have tons of travelling memories and endless experiences of shifting places. You may think I am lucky, but there is something which i loose everytime that I shift to new places ‘FRIENDSHIP.’
It’s really exciting to move around the country and make new friends in different cities, but it’s a lot more painful to leave behind those friends every one or two years. Every time that you shift, you need to start right from the scratch; getting to know people, understanding them, being close to them and leaving them. It’s like a never-ending chain of loss.
While social media and smart phones have bridged the gaps between me and my friends, nothing can ever replace the feeling of being together or of having that human form of contact. No technology can ever replace the sense of security and bond that you feel when you hug your friend. Emoji’s can help you convey emotions, but we can’t make memories out of emoji’s; no emoji can ever tell the amount of happiness you felt when you and your friend won that basketball match or when you together played a prank on other people.
Sometimes when you have friends who stayed in one particular place all their lives and they have ample number of friends with whom they grew up, who realise that you don’t even have one friend with whom you grew up.
Still, it’s this thing about moving around that makes you find friends easily, wherever you go. I don’t cry or repent on my loss,when I leave my friends behind, because I am so used to it that it almost seems normal, its a part of my life and I have accepted it.