Goodbyes at airport terminals

Airport terminals are like the beginning & the end of a novel, and we need to fill in all the messy bits of life.. As I burst with the need to experience life, I realized at that moment I could stay right here in this terminal and experience all there is to life. I could really live here, I said to myself. If I were to stretch my arms, I wonder how many connections I could feel….

When I zoom out of my head, I feel the connections fading... people stumbling on a journey to find themselves. Because what is travel if not a quest to find your innermost consciousness…  Within this realm of metaphysical crucible, there’s an invitation to forge new connections, to witness the death of old ones. I’m zoomed in again & I think to myself every time someone passes through a metal detector on the way to a new destination, there’s a shedding of a layer akin to being reborn... Does that make goodbyes more meaningful, real & raw?

As the countless narratives around me converge & intertwine to form a single stream of consciousness running down my mind..I wonder what pulls me away from it to observe the ever shifting relationship once you bid someone goodbye. The air then becomes thick with anticipation, there’s a mist of longing, within the depths of goodbyes, there’s despair but also hope. These lingering gazes, tearful embraces and tender moments pause the flurry of activity & this airport becomes a threshold between two worlds of despair & hope…

A profound sense of reflection is thrust upon me, as I see absolute strangers saying goodbyes – I start wondering about the transitional nature of life. And as I stretch my arms again – I feel this fleeting connection again, bound by the vulnerable goodbyes and I think to myself, I could really live here and experience all of life in a single goodbye.