No matter how much we want to go, no matter where we are going, there is that moment of good-bye. It’s not the tearful partings, or the promises to take care.
For every journey we start, every endeavour we engage in, there is something we leave behind.
If we look back from that bend in the road, we see our lives “before” in that golden glow. That me who was, and will now be no longer.
We wrench our eyes away, we give ourselves a little shake, and set our face forwards. To the future, and all it may bring.
Stray Thoughts 