You know when it is time to go.

It feels like a strong rope tied around your waist is pulling you forward.

And that hurts.

You feel uneasy, dreams of tomorrow haunt you in the night. You perform acts of farewell. Packing although packing is not at order. Saying goodbyes and how nice it would be to stay in touch. Do you mean it? Yes.

And that hurts.

Tomorrow? You will be on the move.

What remains is what you have learned and what you hope to have given. Because every time you leave, you leave a little bit of yourself behind.

And that hurts.

You know you can’t stay. Or can you? A beautiful moment - you try to hold it forever. But you can’t because it’s fleeting.

And that hurts.

So you try to remember every little detail of that moment. How it looked liked, how it smelled and tasted, but most importantly: How it felt. But you can’t.

And that shit sure hurts.

The habit of forgetting makes bad things bearable. Good things disappear too quickly.

Life will never be like this again.

And that hurts, too. Doesn’t it?

But you have to keep walking - why else did you get that pair of legs? Because like a tree rising higher and higher towards the sun, you are meant to grow.

Speaking of your legs: Do you remember how it felt like when you were a child and those legs of yours started to grow?

That hurt a lot, didn’t it?

Yeah, growing hurts. It hurts, because if it didn’t, you wouldn’t know it was happening.

Pain is a reminder of your growth.

And you grow only by moving forward.

And all you can hope for is to one day find a place where you feel like growing strong roots into the ground. Where you stop facing the horizon, but the endless sky above you. A place where you don’t need to leave.

So that it won’t hurt no more.

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