Inspired by Kieran Halpin „Nothing to show for it all“
People enter our lives. Some are left just before they leave. Others, on the other hand, accompany us a long distance, but at some point the paths lead us apart again. Sometimes the farewell is easy for us, especially when it happens creepily. Modified living conditions. One pulls away, far away, and slowly, secretly, quietly and quietly, the contact falls asleep. Sometimes it is hard and we are suffering from this farewell, feeling as torn as if we had removed part of our self. A painful wound remains, which heals only slowly. Sometimes, however, such a departure is also a relief because some people burden us and hinder our development. But then there are always the very special ones that gently take us by the hand that make us be, not just like us, because that is not enough, but that encourage us to grow, which show us our possibilities, so that we become what we can be. But if it is so that people enter our lives just to leave it again, would not it be better not to meet, because then one does not have to suffer the pain? What remains of an encounter when it has passed?