There is something about endings that always turns my temperment toward the morose. Somehow leaving anyplace, whether it be a vacation, a job, or a relationship, fills me with a sense of loss.

When I look over the landscape of time I am about to depart from I feel as if I will never return to this place, to this moment of interaction and experience. That no matter where I travel and who I am with I will never again be here.

It is unfortunate that the human mind is so linear in its development, that we can not revisit, Vonnegut style, the moments we have experienced. To look again out of old eyes and to see the world with the perspective we have gained in our path through time.


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