Farewell

There sometimes is a gaping hole that gets left in the soul when we say goodbye. It echoes like a cave. That echo is made of shadows, silhouettes and scents that remind us that we are indeed privileged to share life long memories with people that make the universe a worthwhile place to belong to. And yet we never get used to freeing those we love to be part of others’ lives. We ought to know that we can never reach a fulfilled destination standing still and weathering storms.
So… One foot in front of the other until gravity claims us. May the storms encounter us on our way somewhere. Anywhere but one spot. Trees are better made for same spot journeys. They’ll tell you when you seek refuge under their shade on your way to distant horizons. But our stories should be those of conquering distance and time.

– Frank Malaba © 2019