goodbyes are sometimes never easy. especially when those involve physical separation for a relatively long, indefinite amount of time, across a great distance that separates two very different places. "all good things come to an end." it's a phrase that almost everyone knows. cliched, but it's often the cold truth. however, the ending can be temporary, or it can be permanent, depending on how possible it is to bring back the good things that have gone, and how much the people involved are willing to make it happen.

the way time makes those happy moments flash by when you're enjoying yourself, as if everything that's happened was one brief, sustained instant, is unbelievable. they slip by, like water in a fast flowing river, rushing relentlessly downstream. how many times have any of us pleaded so desperately, in our hearts, for time to stop, or at least slow down so that we are able to do more, to finish what we need to, or perhaps to have just a few moments more with someone?

time has no nominal value, but it is also priceless. it knows no compassion nor reason. it is almost infinitely boundless, yet it binds us all. ever since the beginning, it is one of the few things that man will never be able to control. man is binded, by his own mortality, as well as the ever rapidly changing state of the world.

and thus, the best any of us can ever do and hope to achieve is to make the best of the time that we have, and to be as happy as possible, so that we never have to look back with regret.

げんきだね。

またね。