Waiting Area
There's an atmosphere like no other in airports and terminals. Could it be brought about by the very thought of leaving a place one has thought of as home? Or could it be the yearning, searching for another place to call home? Or, maybe the hustle and bustle, the explicit restlessness of these people is a mere byproduct of having explored a place they saw as an ordinary stopover or a few days getaway. And so the conversations go:
Indeed, more is seen in these places--more love, regrets, questions, perhaps more answers, more of everything. Maybe because they reveal to us the very nature of human connection, its most frail and vulnerable face. In the words of Laurel Fantauzzo, "To summon love when it is most impossible" Or where it is most impossible. And in dealing with departures and parting of ways, no one is saved from its sting, the bitter taste of any form of loss. When it comes to saying goodbye or bidding good wishes for the journey ahead of which one is excluded, and to say the three words of "I love you", in its most futile phase, nobody is a better man or woman, it seems. But what is most ironic, is that we have all become the better for it, realizing then how much we have taken for granted, reflecting on our own personal futures or simply, validating for ourselves whether we truly are home, or pondering whether we are condemned to our own everyday searching as well. How many goodbyes do we have to say before we find home? How many waiting areas in various airports and other terminals, metaphorical or real, do we have to sit in and wait before we find ourselves?
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"I had the best vacation ever."
or
"Remember when Pedro fell off..."
or
"What time did you get in last night?"
or
"Where are you off to?", "Are you traveling alone?"
And yet among these loud conversations are hidden, unsaid lines that resonate:
"I'm leaving this place."
"I need to get out of this place."
"I need to find my place."
"I'm leaving because I can't stand the pain."
"I'm out to find my joy."
Indeed, more is seen in these places--more love, regrets, questions, perhaps more answers, more of everything. Maybe because they reveal to us the very nature of human connection, its most frail and vulnerable face. In the words of Laurel Fantauzzo, "To summon love when it is most impossible" Or where it is most impossible. And in dealing with departures and parting of ways, no one is saved from its sting, the bitter taste of any form of loss. When it comes to saying goodbye or bidding good wishes for the journey ahead of which one is excluded, and to say the three words of "I love you", in its most futile phase, nobody is a better man or woman, it seems. But what is most ironic, is that we have all become the better for it, realizing then how much we have taken for granted, reflecting on our own personal futures or simply, validating for ourselves whether we truly are home, or pondering whether we are condemned to our own everyday searching as well. How many goodbyes do we have to say before we find home? How many waiting areas in various airports and other terminals, metaphorical or real, do we have to sit in and wait before we find ourselves?
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