Nothing Lasts Forever

Nothing lasts forever.

Every time I heard that, I’d always mutter back in my head:

I know.

Over the past few months, my life — and something deep within me — changed more than I could’ve ever imagined. I grew distant from someone I had spent years with. And I parted ways with someone I had spent decades with.

Love and friendship are strange things. They’re supposed to be the foundation of life, and yet, they can flip or fade as easily as a sheet of paper turning in the wind.

To depend on someone else always felt, to me, like saying, “My life is a failure.”

And today, here I am, standing alone.

Being able to share what I carry with someone else, it’s a beautiful thing. And meeting people who care deeply about you, that’s rare and lucky.

But most people, I’ve come to believe, only care about their own pain. Most don’t even want to truly know others. They accept the polished, perfect shell of a life — the kind that asks nothing of them — but find no use for the messy, fragile inside. Like a dead battery, they discard it.

And so, I often find more peace in the absence of connection than in its presence.

But this time, it was different.
Sometimes, you meet someone who makes you believe in the idea of fate, or soul ties.
You were one of those people.

When we were together, it felt like we could turn the world into a movie.

But maybe in relationships, timing matters more than trust or love or anything else.
Maybe we missed our timing.
Maybe that’s why we can’t walk together anymore.

Journal Entry, November 26th, 2019