There’ll be a smile on my face and the kettle on
And it’ll be like you were never gone
If you ever come back
A city like Hong Kong breed many a soul concerned with control and the obsessive need to determine the course of one’s own actions. Each individual reaches a point in life where interpersonal relationships and events within one’s comfort zone become no more than mere distractions hindering full potential. However, when the course of actions is no longer what one can control – thus, if circumstances predict almost every outcome and consequence – making an effort will only ease and sooth the impact of the blow, but does not eliminate it entirely.
Some hold back in fear of getting hurt, others simply because they can’t handle the intensity of a deeper, darker reality of life. Many are sheltered from darkness, and each little scratch is the end of the world. But for those who have been dead and dead again have a capacity stretching beyond humane.
Departure and separation are only inevitable, but the process of losing someone you once loved sprouts confusion and aggression. Yet knowing changes everything – having expectations helps determine one’s each and every next move. Knowing when to say what needs to be said, knowing when to make an effort and when to hold back.
And most importantly, knowing how to express what is not meant to be suppressed.
The sad reality of life is that we try to control what was never meant to be controlled, because when we lose all inhibitions and let life take its course, we reach our potential capacity.
And when you truly love someone, you exceed expectations and go beyond the capacity you originally reached.