red light

PEOPLE ALWAYS LEAVE. Sometimes I wonder what’s the essence of it all. Why do we have to let people to be part of our lives even though we know that separation is inevitable?

Some people would sometimes come into our lives like thieves in the night, unexpected. They would sneak their way into our hearts like snakes; silent and slithering smoothly, unnoticed against the green shades of grass and weeds. They would walk in through a back door and leave through a window. They’d come in stealth and would leave in stealth usually carrying with them our hearts, bleeding in their fanged mouths.

In other times they would come as friendly-faced strangers at your doorstep. After letting them in, you would find yourself disappointed for suddenly seeing empty seats or your bed. Sometimes they would leave a note, but most of the time with nothing at all. Either way you feel robbed and betrayed, formulating answers to questions they could only give.

But there are some who would enter your life and decide to linger. But in the back of your head it’s only a matter of time before they’d go adios; either by choice or a twisted turn of events caused a predetermined course of destiny. They’d just vanish in thin air, as if sucked into a black hole, leaving the face of the earth, through a voluntary act of alienation placing you into oblivion; by a tragic fate or slow decay of time.

Some would say goodbye, some wouldn’t. To determine which hurts more is an ordeal. Some would decide to walk away, just a few paces, enough for you see them and not really leaving. They’d just stand there, pretending to not know you. They are those you’d want to disappear completely from your life.

But there are some who’d complain and whine about people leaving them, unaware of the fact that they are the ones drifting away.

It’s hard to trust someone to stay when reason tells you that nothing is bound to be certain except for change and goodbyes. Trust is a tricky thing and because most human souls suffer from a disease caused by lack of love, letting someone in seems much easier than letting someone out. Separation is incontrovertible, so is pain, but so is the choice of what we can do between the beginning and the end of every human connection we engage ourselves in.

It is wise to choose happiness in every second that counts. Risking it for the sake of happiness may not be so bad afterall.

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A once unpublished draft.