All good things come to an end

Flames to dust, lovers to friends.

Looking backwards through the window of time, it’s always tempting to focus just on the good times, and wanting more of those. If someone offered you a lifetime of good times and nothing else, who wouldn’t take that?

But life isn’t like that.

It’s like how you have to eat the lettuce along with the bacon bits in a Caesar salad. If you wanted to invent a new salad, composed just of bacon bits, that’s probably a bad idea.

Yin and yang.

I’m not saying it’s bad to look through that window, gazing at close memories, and peering at those further away, hazy through the fog of time. It’s important to hold onto those memories, those experiences with travellers whose paths no longer cross yours – because without them, what is left?


Yesterday, I packed up six years of memories into two suitcases and a few boxes, and drove them back to my parents’ house. We did the things that had to be done, had a farewell hug, and said good bye.

It’s funny to think that two suitcases and a few boxes is the entire physical manifestation of six years. But I leave with more than just that, and I hope you do too.

It will be tempting to think, what if? But time continues forward, as it always has and always will. This isn’t the time for regret; it is the time for us to grow, albeit apart.