The Terminal

I've been visiting the terminal a lot lately. I can't help but get this 'mixed emotions' feeling whenever I go there. It seems the terminal can be one of those places where you want to cry and laugh at the same time. Where beginnings or endings start. Simply a place where everyone seems to be busy in their own thoughts.

You're there to fetch someone you haven't seen for a long time.You anxiously look at every bus that passes by. All you can think about is 'i wonder how he/she's changed'...you can't wait to be reunited. Finally the bus arrives and you give each other a warm embrace.

Then when it's time to part, you take them to the same place that you were so excited to go to. Only now, you regret having to go there. You know you have to part ways. The problem is the time you spent is too little. If you could, you'd ride the bus with them at the instant. If you could, you'd wish it'd rain or something would happen so you don't have to part ways. But this is how things have to be. The terminal now becomes a place you really hate.

I guess you have to get used to terminals. They seem to bring both joy and sadness at the same time. They are full of love and friendships. The teary eyes, silent conversations and warm embraces of sweet reunions or sad goodbye's make you stop and think. Think about who you will have to take to the terminal next. Or how it would feel to be leaving all you ever knew.

My lesson from the terminal is simple: Treasure every second you have with all the people you love. Change is inevitable and you never know how drastic your relationships may change, who you may end up missing and how much you may regret everything you didn't do when you had the chance.