Yeah, i know what you are thinking: "What kind of title is that?!"
Well, for those of you who aren't exactly fluent in Italian, or music, the words are a series of adjectives that are arranged in a Whitman-esque fashion, meant to translate into "Getting faster, more swift, suffocating... suddenly ripped apart"
I suppose the reason that I choose to write all of this to express sort of that attitude that was thrust in my face today. All through the day, though i managed to stay on top of it, it seemed like there were deadlines everywhere i turned: Music IA due friday, the same day i go to CalState to do a performance of Rent for some theater thing, and My Math IA is due in the morning, right before i Take my English IOC, and my Physics IA was supposed to be turned into today, but, because I ingeniously forgot my flash drive at home after working until 3 00 am in the morning, i had to rework everything and gather some more data, i'm still not finished with anything Math IA, or the last two Physics labs.
So saying that, the attention is then focused on the second part of the translation. With High School coming to a close [after these next two weeks, all that will be left will be the Preparation for exams],it seems like relationships are the most tested at that time. Hearts face a premature breaking, minds begin packing up all the memories they have for the road, and, long before we cross the stage and receive the mock diplomas that we will then pick up the next day, not only have our consciousness checked out academically, which is collective known as "Senioritus", but emotionally, we have already said our goodbyes. We have already stuffed in our duffel bag all the nostalgic nuances, funny stories, perfect moments, stupid fights, and inevitable make-ups. However, no matter how big our duffel bags is, there never seems to be enough room to take the things left unsaid with us.
Maybe that's a good thing.
However, when we hold onto God, something happens. Those goodbyes, once a sheer colossus of grief threatening to devour you with a single gulp, blows away like dust and ash revealing a smaller, and much more endurable, "till next time we meet."
The bible describes Heaven as a place where there is no suffering, death, grief, or worry. I would like to believe that we will also see our loved ones there, had they too chosen to follow God. Suddenly, the departure becomes less painful.
In fact, there is virtually no departure at all.
:)
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