Leaving...

Someone recently asked me what it was like leaving all the time and the question struck me as strange...cause is isn't like anything. It's like asking if you found it strange to go to work this morning. Was it strange leaving the house? We're always leaving. Sometimes you go farther than other times. Sometimes you don't come back to the place you left. But there is really no difference. It's just part of living - like everything else, joy, loneliness, laughter, aggravations, suffering, returning, leaving. It's part of being alive. You have to leave sometime.