The Birth of a Farewell

The Birth of a Farewell…

There must be a very good, or perhaps bad reason as to why the idea of saying goodbye to this city has been gnawing at my mind for some time now.

It has been going on for days, with ever increasing intensity, of how I seem to be living these past few days. There have been days that were slow, silent and still, as there have been days where I just can’t seem to have enough time for all the things I would like to accomplish. The last deserves noticing, considering I have put Project Life on hold because of this development.

On another development, it’s gonna be a while more, double the time I expected, though it could revert to the original schedule as planned. Still, even if its gonna be postponed a bit, I still can’t shake off the feeling, this newfound awareness of sorts that I have been having that all began when I got the news.

It seems to me, now, that this Birth of Farewell is nothing like I have ever encountered before.

True, its not the first time I have experienced such events that lead to partings and farewells. Have done it a couple of times with places I have lived in. Hell, if I go to the realm of ex-girlfriends, farewell is the first thing that comes into my mind whenever a new relationship starts (note: and my friends say that this frame of thought might have played a significant role in the farewells that did occur, and though I could agree with the statistics on that, it might be something else, but that’s another story.)

I have to say this though, that I have lived Life here in this City, a city I have learned to love (though my friends could not believe that technically, I still haven’t had the chance (or was it my choice) to discover the daughters (err…women) of this city as how I usually do it).

It would still be some time, I know, but perhaps it has something to do with knowing that its gonna happen that bugs me. Much like with the previous relationships, though its odd that knowing that those relationships were gonna end (as all things that begin naturally do) did not bug me a bit. In truth, I even felt a sigh of relief when the so called “steine.d” prophecies did happen (or perhaps I was just being my rationalizing bastard self more than what is called for.)

It’s coming, of that I am all too sure. Truth be told, I have been making preparations for it, so much like how Dream of the Endless did his preparations.

It’s just there in the horizon, waiting. Perhaps not, but it is there, happening as we speak.

A lot of things could still happen. So many things to do. I have always been, and always will be, a sucker for farewells.

Still, it’s going to be a wonderful life.