scattered.
so, as i backpacked through israel for the month of may, i met people and reconnected with friends that changed and will continue to change my life. our amazing memories together are lucid in my mind and while the goodbyes tore my heart apart, the times we spent could not be dimmed.
but the truth is, i am afraid of time. what time will do to my relationships with the people i have left behind in what is another planet. time heals all, or so they say. but time is also murderous- with time, forgetting is easier than remembering and feelings quietly, but most certainly, diminish, until one day, friendship and love is capable of being lost in the black hole of time.
so as i made a deep connection with these people, people i would soon consider my family, the final goodbyes as i left on that lonely flight back to miami made my heart physically hurt. tears were not enough to express my fears, my worries: when will i see you again? they were also happy tears to convey the joy of my travels, but the goodbyes are not to be forgotten. see, i gave a little piece of my heart to the people that touched it, and people always leave. they just do. my whole life, i have left, or people have left me… leaving argentina, leaving to college, leaving camp, leaving israel… and i leave all these people behind, each with a piece of my soul, of my heart. so i have to ask, when you leave all these pieces of you scattered through the universe, what do you have left?
oh sylvia. how your words will always ring to be true; especially to me- the indecisiveness of it all kills me, i know. but what can you do? the figs will fall down at my feet, one by one, because i can’t go for nor let go of anything in my life.
stuck, at the crotch of the fig tree. i ask myself, until when?
okay, i’m back.
i’ve realized i cannot live without a creative outlet so i will begin writing and blogging and posting visually and intellectually stimulating tidbits; as if anyone reads this.
but mainly, it’s for me. :) enjoy if you are one of the two people reading this.
General opinion makes out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, I don’t see that. Seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there. Fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, none of the phone calls from people on board were messages of hate or revenge, they were all messages of love. lf you look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that love actually is all around.
– Prime Minister, Love Actually (via movieoftheday) Via carolinekypWhen we think we know people inside out and we think we know what’s best for them, we should try to remember we don’t even know what’s best for ourselves.
– Hayley Williams, submitted by: chasingniko (via quote-book) (via carolinekyp) Via carolinekyp
