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‘Goodbye’ is the saddest word there is;
saying goodbye is the hardest thing
you will ever have to do in your life;
goodbye can seem like a full-stop,
and a reminder of all the things about someone and you
that you have in common that you are going to miss;
saying goodbye is something that I run away from doing
and I will do anything to avoid,
like a magician trying to make sure
he isn’t hit by fast-flying knives.

The season is ending;
people are going their separate ways;
relationships are fading;
people are making a new start somewhere else,
and are saying that “I hope we will see each other again some day.”

I don’t want to see anybody leave
the places where I always know they are going to be;
I don’t want things to change,
but I don’t want to stop anyone
from doing what they must do-
I don’t want want to think or say anything selfishly,
because I do want everyone to be happy,
and I have always been a big believer
that nothing and no one that was born free
should ever be restrained and held in a cage.

I could not live with myself
if I thought that I were holding someone back;
I cannot think of worse prospect
than not being able to follow
the energy and the path of your passion-
support, love, belief, in me and of me,
is something I have always had;
inspiration, happiness, contentment,
a sense of belonging,
are things that I would never dream to ration.

I will never be able to truly say “goodbye”,
to say “see you later”, to say “see you in another life”,
or to say “remember me, and don’t forget me”,
with a straight-face to someone,
without having a tear of sadness welling up in my eye;
I know that life is a cycle,
I know that people have to go sometimes,
but I will never like or want to truly be
a part of the cycle of goodbye.

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That feeling in your stomach is unmistakable,
that pounding in your chest is hard to stop,
that cloud between your ears is slow to clear,
but when you finally arrive and start your job
on your first day it doesn’t take long
to find your feet and feel comfortable-
whether your job is in an office,
in a restaurant, in a factory,
at an airport, on your feet, behind a desk,
or being their to help and assist
lots of different customers in a shop,
it doesn’t take long for your natural gifts to take over
and for all the butterflies that have been fluttering
in your stomach to disappear.

You never forget the first day of your first job,
you never forget how much that first day
becomes a blur of many different emotions
that if you let them all get the better of you
it wont take you long to say you are never going to learn
all that you have been taught and told,
and you will probably even want to go to a corner and sob;
but if you don’t do that, if you don’t give up
even after making the first ten of the many
natural and necessary mistakes that you and everyone always make,
the more you will gain confidence and feel at-ease
in what you are doing, and in your own abilities,
and you will come to the conclusion
that what at first you thought was hard
and incapable of being learned
is actually a piece of cake.
The more you do something the more it becomes second-nature to you,
the more you work at what you know, the more comfortable you become,
and every time you start back at work after a day off
it will be like stepping back into an old pair of shoes.

For some people their first job is the job they have always wanted;
for some people, especially those who have just left school,
their first job is just the first step up a hill
to where they are supposed to be;
for some people their first job is their passion
and the thing that they do that they love
and have dreamed about doing since they were a kid;
for some people their first job is but the seed
that will one day grow and bare the fruit that will never stop
providing for their family, and feed all the branches that stem
and grow from you into your life’s tree.

Your first day of school is always the day you want to forget;
your first day of college or university
goes by so fast and you may not remember it all,
because your mind feels like it is traveling
at a thousand miles an hour in a supersonic jet;
your first day of work is like you are acting out
and saying the lines of an actor in a play;
your first day is the day you should try your hardest to remember,
because it can only get better afterwards-
so remember, your best day, in whatever it is that you do,
is always going to be your first day.

There are things that are easy, and there are things that are hard;
but when you feel something deeply and intensely for someone,
and when those feelings and emotions lead you to the meaning of your life,
there is no greater beneficiary than your own heart.

I don’t think love can be defined so easily and understandably in words
than it can be and always should be expressed in thoughts,
gestures, generosity, and selflessness;
however, when used in unison with words of beauty, depth, and poetry,
the power of the magic that can be enchanted is nothing short of wondrous.

Meeting someone new who you have never met in your entire life is easy-
everyday everybody does so without even a second thought-
the chances of you walking out of your home in the morning
and never making eye-contact with the unfamiliar irises of a stranger
for the rest of the day, are, I am quite confident in saying,
very close to naught.
Meeting someone new, who you may one day choose
to trust your spirit and your soul to
is fraught with uncertainty and fear, at first-
sometimes, even to the degree that you swear that your need
to share a part of yourself with someone, if it is not fulfilled
then your heart is literally going to burst.

Human beings are advertising-animals-
we either share a lot, or a little, of ourselves with the world,
but no more than we are confident with;
as long as we emit our own aura of who and how
we would like others to see us,
then we are willing to leave everything else about us
to speculation and myth.

Falling in love at first-sight is a hard habit to break-
like Michelangelo seeing the statue of David before he sculpted him,
sometimes you cannot help yourself,
after seeing someone who you really like,
from removing all the unnecessary marble that surrounds them
and sculpting them in your mind the way that you see them-
and, unfortunately, when that optimistic and artful view
is sometimes shattered-
when art comes to life in ways unforeseen and un-envisioned-
it is hard for everyone to pick up the pieces
and put them back together again.

Meeting someone new is easy,
meeting them for the first time can be hard;
but I do not think that anyone would have it any other way-
and that is why life, love, and people,
are an entrancing and an inspiring work of heart.

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