January 22nd, 2018
I feel like I'm always saying goodbye. Goodbye to colleagues, to friends, to fami Saying goodbye is an acknowledgment that I'll miss things. I'll miss my neice's first steps, her first words. I'll definitely miss birthdays, maybe births in the future. I'm scared that I might miss deaths. Put like that, going away sounds like a terrifying prospect, but within the fear there is powerful knowledge - that every time we say goodbye might be the last. You always think "there'll be another chance", until one day there isn't. This knowledge makes every moment so precious, so heavy with value, that it is impossible not to cherish everyone and every experience in your life. I am so lucky to know this. I guess all I can do is make sure my life is worth all the goodbyes.
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