People always leave. It is inevitable. It is natural. What’s sad is that human beings are irrational. We don’t try to reason out why they had to leave, some of us do but it’s only after grieving over the loss. We spend so much time feeling morose, we become angry at God and fate, we feel helpless, we beat ourselves down. Why? Does it help? What does it change? Nothing. And yet we continue to do so, because it is what comes naturally.
So what should we do? What is rational? It may sound apathetic and without conscience but you have to think reasonably. Think rationally. There is always a reason behind everything in this life. We all go through hardships. You might think someone else has it better than you, but you’re wrong. I don’t think so. I believe we all go through hardships at some point in our lives, but it is different in both timing and intensity for us all. I don’t compare what I’m going through with what others are, because I can’t. It’s not right. We don’t all have the same wants and needs. We don’t all have the same purpose. We don’t all live the same lives. We are all different. In my opinion, no one has to go through anything that they can’t handle. Life maybe cruel but it is rational.
Think of it this way: Think of a tree. Think of its leaves. In Autumn when the time comes they will fall. Some are blown away by the wind to never return again. The rest fall to the ground and eventually enter the soil once more. Some people leave and never look back (or can’t look back). Some people leave but their presence is still felt; they have made an impact on your life. But what you feel isn’t loss; you just wish you could thank them for all that they did. You wish they could have helped you for longer. You wish you could have returned the favour. But you can’t blame the ones who left; it is the wind that took them away. And you can’t blame the wind for blowing; it is all it can do. You might think “What if the leaves never fell?”, but leaves have to fall; they can’t defy gravity. When the time comes, it comes. But the ground will always accept them, regardless of whether they fell too late or too soon, and so will the roots. That is the beauty of life.