Goodbye Mary, Goodbye Jane, Will We Ever Meet Again?

Why is it that, even if you don't know someone very well, their unexpected departure from your life leaves you strangely frustrated and isolated?

I'm not talking about death. Just someone literally departing and leaving for the next phase in their life. It's a strange thing to experience a small pool of depression every time you look through someone else's travels and imagine what it'd be like to travel with them for a while.

There are different stages to companionship. Travelers on the same path walk and talk, without a need for each other until circumstances press them for help. Even a small bond can lead to acknowledgment of the other, acceptance of a friendly demeanor, or something more.

But if someone asks for help, or friendship, or companionship, prematurely, why is it that the consequences can be so dire?

Here's a drink to you, beautiful stranger, and may all your dreams come true. I miss you and hope to cross paths again; until then, farewell, and all the best.

--To One Swede

A Champagne Dream

Induced by bubbles, laid to rest in a matter of minutes.
I dream with both eyes open.

Strange tales of the present I see,
mixed with futuristic tales of apathy.

Too many things pass by unoticed.
Too many things go by without dreams.

We dream too much of grander deeds,
and in the process forget the small things.

Who told us not to sweat the small stuff?
What was the importance? What an obscure message...

...yet how important.

Why are people considered "insignificant"?
Why are people overlooked for ideas of grandeure pertaining to

"fame" or "glory"?
We could laugh at it, if we dare.

And we would be right to do so.

A challenge issued forth; step up and challenge your own worst enemy...
...yourself.