One of the hardest things in life that we must do is to say goodbye and to let go, whether to people, situation or even things. When we’re happy, the happiness is often tinged with sadness because we know that the moment will not last, and already we’re thinking of how much we will regret losing that feeling.
When I was a child I had a particularly sensitive nature when it came to the idea of loss, something that may be older folk would be more familiar with as they are a lot more prone to pangs of nostalgia than younger people. For instance, I remember vividly when I was around seven or eight years old, my mother reprinted some old photos that I had not seen before to stick in a photo album. Some had photos of me as a toddler.
Instead of being amused by the baby pictures, I was filled with an enormous sense of sadness so much so I actually shed tears copiously. The reason was, I could not recollect any of the moments captured in the photos and I was filled with regret there was a part of my life that I lost forever, even as I did not have any memory of it. Once upon a time, I was a little child, and now that child was gone. I was already a big girl.