We are a special kind of creatures, we really are, most of the human beings are much related to each other than they think and usually they form groups, gangs, nations or any kind of community around a religion or a language or a common history or a legacy just to live together, to belong to something with bigger value, in order not to feel lonely and to be always related to each other in a way or another.
We get to meet randomly through the different stages of life; get to know each other through different common activities, educational process, work, partnerships, travels and clubs.
Then normally this knowledge grow through a deeper exchange in feelings, greetings, sympathy, joy and services on daily, weekly or monthly basis. And suddenly we get attached to each other in a way, we begin to miss each other and get use to each other through time, when we deal with someone for some time an amount of ease and intimacy grows and we can never control this growth through time, you discover that you miss a colleague in work after his departure despite your long fights together,
that’s why we find that most of a person relationships are based on his like and dislike behaviour to others.
This amount of likeness or dislikeness determine the space created between people and the smallest these spaces are the closer these persons get, and vice versa, you find yourself relaxed with someone you just met more than another you know well for a long time.
For me Life is like a train station, people are rushing to all directions all the time, and in this mess you meet lots of people, even when you are waiting for your train or turn in life or even when you are on your way traveling from a place to another, sometimes you travel with some of them for a journey that last for sometime, sometimes you just say hi to some on your way, sometimes you choose someone to stay and continue the journey with you, sometimes you are forced on goodbyes, sometimes you are forced on certain people but in general we are all traveling from a place to another or from a stage in life to another continuously.
This continuous movement is the life itself, it is your indication you are living and fighting for your place among others, sometimes for a better place others for a worse one, it is all about the way you fight and with which side are you fighting and an eventual end for this continuous movement arises when we die, or may be when we choose to die in the inside and stop fighting and moving.
What an irony, a long journey full of fights, love, appreciations, failures, successes, relationships but when this journey comes to an end only what matters is the amount of love you made around you on earth not the amount of love you gain when you were alive.