"You can love someone so much, but you can never love people as much as you can miss them."
-John Green, An Abundance of Katherines
A personal weakness of mine, if you can consider it a weakness, is an unwillingness to let people go. To say goodbye. Even if I'm positive I'll see them again, my dislike of any change whatsoever sets in.
I hate it. Absolutely hate it. Why get close to someone when you know you'll have to say goodbye?
I need to understand that we meet people in our lives. That things change. Friends leave. And life doesn't stop for anybody.
Long-term, that philosophy is perfect. As a whole, so many people come into and out of our lives, sometimes daily. We learn, we grow, we collaborate. And on the grand scale, we take that collaboration and contribute it to the ever-growing human experiment.
Short-term, it sucks dick. Hate saying goodbye to my friends.
I'm hoping saying goodbye will become easier with age.
Like it's just one of those things that hardens us into the responsible, wise adult my ego tells me I'll become.
And yet, perhaps it's not such a bad thing I have troubles letting go.
Regardless, if they're looking for a different environment, a better fit in this enormous, messed up planet of ours, then my attachments and reluctance to change should be the last thing in the way. We wish for the best in others, and hope only for the same in return.