Don’t you think it’s fascinating? Along the time we live, we meet people. We cross each other’s orbits. At some points, turns out some people aren’t meant to be in our life. We’re then separated. But we’ll always meet new ones, they offer us new adventures, and they make the loss of old ones bearable. It goes on and on. Some people stay longer than others, sometimes even until the very end. These people are not just wonderful travelling companions. They stay when others leave.
Somewhere along the journey, we realize that eventually change is the only constant. We move from one comfort zone to another, pushing ourselves towards the edge of possibilities. We crave for new challenges, anything to keep us occupied. The irony is that we hate changes, but we can never be satisfied with anything we have. Having more doesn’t keep you from wanting more. Or else, why do you think we’re urged to struggle for the rest of our lives, knowing that enough is never essentially enough? Why do we look forward and anticipate? Why do we strive?
At the end of the day, we’re going to realize that there can never be an absolute happiness. I think we’re all in this same discontentment that happiness always has its own price. As Murakami put it, “We each have a special something we can get only at a special time of our life. Like a small flame. A careful, fortunate few cherish that flame, nurture it, hold it as a torch to light their way. But once that flame goes out, it’s gone forever.”
And we’re all destined to be lonely. Because in the end, no matter how faithful or significant other people may be, we only have ourselves. The only thing that matters to us.
Serenity has too long been forgotten.