hello, goodbye
(A philosophy on saying “goodbye”) I’ve always felt a lingering sadness at the way the Lord of the Rings trilogy ends. There’s such a bittersweet ache to seeing Frodo take off into the distance without Sam that it’s stuck with me from ages seven to nineteen. I think that it’s because it represents all the feelings of endings, and the sorrows of saying goodbye to a story you’ve fully loved, or a friendship you haven’t yet fully lived. It’s the same reason I unashamedly bawled my eyes out in a theatre this year to Avengers: Endgame- it’s sad to come to the end of something great. To know that what it’s been will never again be exactly the same. And most of life is exactly that: a series of ending moments. Moments that don’t ever come back the way they lived and breathed the first time. I used to be dreadful at goodbyes, and dread changes (it probably has something to do with a childhood full of both of those things.) When I graduated the eigh...
