I have recently parted. Life has a strange way of making connections only to disolve them later on. As buddhist philosophy would say, everything is only on the surface of this earth for a while. Further, it would add that the attachment and denial of said fact is indeed the cause of suffering. For many, detachment is a hard thing to do, myself included. If that were to be different, we would all have achieved buddhahood.
So while I am reflecting on my parting, I reminisce and think about what has been attached to me and how I got attached to it. I see situations, small gestures. A peculiar way of talking, a laugh. Maybe it is a way of lighting a cigarette, maybe just the way someone stirs their coffee with a spoon. It all counts for something, not just attachment. So when I am thinking about this, am I attached? Well, I would argue, for the sake of reaching a higher level of enlightenment, that I am indeed not attached. Am I guilty of being trapped in the pitfall of the three noble truths?
As I go about my daily life, I am surprised. For the first time, I am seeing mirages, a Fata Morgana of sorts. Just in passing, I am remined of that laugh, that one beanie. It is a strange feeling to realise departure, even more so, when it involves a whole social circle. But analogous to buddhist mentality of passing thoughts during meditation, I too see, accept and agree to the passing. Is this not what it should be about?
So, for old times sake, wherever you are, light that cigarette your way, wear the beanie, laugh one more time, walk your own walk and talk the way you do. Maybe it will reach me, maybe not. Maybe it will reach the next person, one will never know. I will see you soon.