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Dear World, what have you been up to?
In my little corner of the universe, so much is changing and so quickly that I almost wish I could dig my toes into the riverbed and hold out my arms like a human breakwater. That a new year is starting seems surreal, and though I’ve been pining for change for months now, the realisation that those inchoate longings are fast becoming a reality nearly paralyses me with apprehension.
We are all growing up, too quickly. Where will we be when we have moved away, perhaps even to separate countries? Life is cruel to the sentimental. I remember when I first began to comprehend the fleeting quality of human existence- I was about 4 or 5 and my parents had just left for a much needed vacation together. Missing them, I climbed onto their bed and stared at a set of photographs resting on the headboard. All of a sudden, a my young morbid mind was beseiged by a relentless tirade of images of a life without them. That, compounded with the fact that it was an imminently possible scenario was all too much. I bawled for two hours straight, much to the chagrin of all around I am sure.
Sometimes, incomprehensible fears such as the sudden loss of loved ones, whether separated by distance or death, that sadly unbridgeable gulf, can lay a quick cold hand upon my heart. In such moments what can I do then but scramble to gain my footing again, on the solid and unchanging rock of faith. And the hope that we will one day meet in a place where love runs deep and distance and death have no more hold on us.