From the art of eye contact over a cup of coffee to four dimly lit days spent between white sheets, some people are only meant to exist for as short of a time as they did. A moment for the memories.
We are temporary. Our existence, the foundations we build, our goals/ideals – they are all temporary and always evolving. Frankly speaking, the only consistency afforded to us is change, a currency we often encounter.
We are ever growing, affected and influenced by ourselves, those around us, and our environment. The emotional and physical turmoil/rollercoaster of our experiences. Yet, this is not a new concept. We are aware that people leave, that feelings change. Oh, but the moments, the temporary excitement of feeling so alive. That is something we will continue to replay in our heads long after its absence.
We come across the most unique types of personalities and their perceptions of the world at the most curious of timings. Two souls who would never have had crossed paths, did, through the construct of the digital world. It is such a beautiful thing to have had shared so much of your soul, your questions, your cheeky little smiles with someone you feel safe with.
We laugh every day. We interact with one another on a daily basis, but how often do we really feel soully-connected to another human being? No touch, no explanation needed, just an air of: I want to know what makes your soul light up.
To be electrified by a text, a voice, a phone call. To feel warm from an embrace, a touch, a giggle, a smile. To live intoxicatingly in the presence of magic.
It truly is a one in a million kind of thing – love for love, love as warmth touching you gently.
Here’s the catch: one in a million kinds of things often come with an expiration date. It doesn’t stop us from becoming familiar with it, though. We may have a song or a drink or a perfume that will, someday, transport us back to that exact feeling/person/memory.
We love because we can. We stay because we want to. We let it happen/unfold because what if this one stays.
More often than not, that’s wishful thinking. Temporary things or people aren’t meant to set up camp. And, that’s okay.
It is slightly cruel: to exist in a timeline where feelings are mutual and emotional reciprocation flows – to sit across the room from someone and feel their soul, understand it and not be able to put it into words, yet feel like you’ve finally understood what all the fuss is about. Why all the poets wrote all those sestinas and plays. Why all the singers captured a whole feeling, a moment in time, in three minutes. Why a fleet of a thousand ships was launched into battle – the face that launched a thousand ships. And in that moment, you understand. You understand what it can feel like, what a genuine connection is. Yet you also feel it in your bones that it’s not here to stay.
It can show you possibilities. It has shown you new possibilities, new standards. You are exposed to different definitions of how a universal concept/emotion is understood or felt by another person. How it sounds, how it feels, how it smells. You are affected.
It will always hurt a little to depart from someone who has shown you kindness, healthy connections and genuine interest/intentions. In the bleak world of social media and the building of a portfolio of connections, how could coming across something so pure be the one that’s the most temporary?
Nevertheless, we are lucky. Even if someone is temporary, the meanings they carry or the lessons they teach you is not. Yes, it is easy to grow accustomed to someone’s presence. Yes, it is more challenging to learn to be familiar with their absence.
But temporary or not, as Winnie the Pooh so eloquently said: “How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard”.
Written by Puteri Izzaty
DISCLAIMER: Views expressed in this article are those of the author and they do not necessarily represent the position of UNM IGNITE.