I told S yesterday that I read something recently that really hit me, "the days are so long, but the years are so short". She asked me why I thought this was so. I told her perhaps it is just the way humans perceive time - we forget so quickly but we always live the here and now in all its intensity.
Today is the start of a short break. I won't really have much time for myself but I'm happy because I don't often have the time to be a good friend to someone I care about. So, very early on in the year, I applied for the leave, knowing that this would be the only way I could help Y in her wedding. I wonder how I'll feel when I see her walking down the aisle. Y was always like the moon to me - ever-changing, always morphing, and now she will leave us towards the other side. Literally, as she emigrates to Australia, and metaphorically, as she becomes someone's wife. I suppose I always believe that we remain true to ourselves, no matter the changes in our circumstances. But, even the shore, when repeatedly hit by the wave, will change - what more our souls that are perhaps made specifically to be pressed upon by the world's waves of joys and sorrows?
