"So you are leaving?" Stephanie asked me.
It was 15th of July, two and a half months in Paris were about to end. "Yes, finally the time has come." I said with a smile. Stephanie lived near my room in the Fleming Hostel. We have been friends since the last two months. She was a great admirer of my half baked, half burnt chapaties.
Observing carefully my eyes, she asked “Aren't you sad at the thought of leaving this beautiful place?".
"Indeed the place was beautiful. But I am not at all sad. Why should I be? This place doesn't belong to me and I don't to it. One day I had to leave, and finally the day has arrived. I enjoyed this place a lot, made a lot of friends like you and did a great work. I am glad that I was fortunate to be here and most importantly lived every second of my stay. In fact I am happy about that."
She nodded and then we talked about some random things. But every word that I have told her was ringing some bell in my mind. I couldn't help but to see the analogy of the conversation with life. I wondered if someone asks us the same question, "So you are leaving?", about our life; how many could afford to have the same answer. Not me, for sure.
What can be the reason for that? How is life different from my two and a half month internship? Why are we not as happy as I was when it's time to leave. Probably because we fail to realize that it is of two and a half month and it will end after two and a half month, neither a day lesser nor a moment more. Or because we imagine that this place belongs to ours and we belong to this place forever.
Whatever the reason may the root is "tomorrow". We keep messing our present leaving the corrections for tomorrow, something that is a mere illusion that keeps making one wander into the deserts of life, only to find oneself too far to return at the end.
Now, I had made my mind not to leave the rest of my life for tomorrow. I went straight to my room and crashed onto my bed, determined to change everything from tomorrow.
