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It fell apart

WARNING: Incoming WOT (Wall of Text)

Ghost writing usually means writing/co-writing a book/article under another person's name. This is posting very infrequently, and meant for the reader who chances upon this blog or decides to see what an acquaintance's old blog was like. This is ghost writing in a sense that I write, but nobody knows that I am writing. Ok nevermind.

Things Fall Apart. Things change, and more often than not, they fall apart. Between each of my post, there have been many changes, for good or for worse. What you may find as life's constant may very well change the next day. Say a very close friend suddenly tells you "I'm migrating." Cliche? It still hurts when such things happen. It is easy to just shrug it off and say "Move on you tool..." but can you really move on? Leave everything behind and just pretend it all never happened? Then again, consider the alternative. Imagine not trying to leave it all behind and instead let it haunt you for an indefinite period of time. Its your life, you choose. Never forget that things fall apart. Its only a matter of when. It sounds pessimistic but when you think about it, the be all end all of life is still death. Sure, you may come to accept it as you grow older, but in the end, life still falls apart. Now let's not get all gloomy and dreary.

On to previous example. So your friend says "I'm migrating." Remember this is one of your closest friends. What will you do? I can't say much really but I do have one piece of advice. It is NOT death. It is not the ultimate be all end all of life. Your friend (hereafter referred to as Y) is migrating, leaving the country and not walking through a portal to the realm-of-no-return. Also, it would be foolish to spend the last few times you'll meet each other in the near future (read 10 years. Discuss) going all "gloomy and dreary" as mentioned in previous post. I say forget that anything is happening and be NORMAL. Now imagine if you spent your last few moments with Y moping, sulking and cutting your wrists. Assuming the worst that you never meet Y again, your last memories will be moping, sulking and losing blood. I can't speak for the general public but I say that isn't fun. Very importantly too, so Y is migrating. The preferred choice of transport would obviously be the aeroplane. Its nice and convenient and you don't get seasick. Swimming is a bad choice, I hear water isn't good for your luggage but I don't know. So private runways aside, you normally go to the airport to see Y off. Here's Tip#3. Don't mope,sulk or cut anybody's wrists. Also, don't cry. Fun fun fun.... fun. This is THE last memory you're gonna have with Y. Tell all friends present. DON'T CRY. The last thing you want is for everyone to get all emotional and have a teary farewell. Smile, be happy and bid Y a cheery farewell. You won't regret it.

So now Y has left and you're on the lonely trip home. You recall the fun you had with Y (see? Wasn't a bad idea to not mope right?) and suddenly you're sad. You really want to cry. Very well, cry. Let it all out or burst like a balloon. Things fell apart and you're sad to see it happen. If you held back your tears to this stage, congratulations you made it. Let it all out now and hopefully you feel better tomorrow. Y has taken flight. You look up at the aeroplane passing overhead. "Y is in that plane, I know it." Your eyes follow the plane and the tears flow freely. You can't do anything to change it now. Accept life as it comes and let it go. However, letting go does not mean you forget about Y. Keep the memories close to your heart and remember the good times. Never forget, this isn't the end of life. Maybe 10 years down the road you bump into a stranger on the road. You help the stranger up find yourself staring into Y's face. Refer to previous post where I quoted a song. Get some translations done. It actually means something you know.

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.Anonymous dreamt at 11:29 PM on Sunday, April 27, 2008

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It fell apart