(Long, irrelevant essay incoming! If you want to see my latest DIY project, skip to the second last paragraph, please.)
For every hello, there will be a goodbye.
People enter your lives for a reason, a season, but not for a lifetime.
I used to have a friend. An interesting friend who always have an interesting opinion. It was like, 2008, and we were in my car heading somewhere and she suddenly went into this thought provoking subject.
She said that each of our lives are like lines constantly traveling over time. We were born into this world separately in our own time, we eventually meet one another by chance, and when it’s time, we all will separate and go our own way. Just like in a graph, where two parabola lines converge, intersect, and then move away from one another.
I nodded while I steer the car in equally confusing late afternoon traffic, pretending that I understood half of what she just said.
She went on, demonstrating the converging lines with her hands, “So, picture your life as a line constantly moving on an angle, then other people’s lines enter that line of your life, both lines intersect, you spend time with that other person, then when it’s time, (dun dun…) the lines separate, they eventually get further away and leave. And when they leave, it means their role in taking part and influencing our life is done. We don’t need them anymore and they don’t need us either. Then it’s time to move on.”
“Ah, I get it, yeah it’s kinda sad but I get it… It’s like chapters in a book or acts in an opera.. Hurr durr”
“Life is all about those intersections.” she said. “And how you make the best out of your time with each person you have the chance to interact with.”
“Because before you even realize it, they will move further away and be gone, like forever, in the constantly moving parabola-equation-graph-thing of life”, I added. (I sucked at describing stuff! How did I even graduate high school as a science major in the first place?)
“Right you are.”
“Then you’d say that every relationship has an expiry date? When the other party’s role is done in the story of your life?” I asked.
“Right on. That’s why I don’t friend my exes after the breakup. Not IRL, not in Facebook, not anything. When it’s done, it’s done”, she said, crossing her arms with a smug expression.
“Too many fish in the sea to miss one.” I said, quoting a Karmin song lyric from the future.
Here’s my latest DIY project. I thought that my DIY orange wallet was pretty sick and I decided to pimp my plain canvas shoes the same way. You can see that it’s decorated with converging and intersecting lines, which have, like, deep personal meanings about relationships with expiration dates.
To my ex-friend: Hey A, thanks for the friendship, it was awesome while it lasted and you know it 🙂