You’ve got heart and you’re going your own way
On days like today, I find myself thinking about my coworkers and the relationships I build at the workplace. A colleague of mine recently moved on to bigger and better things, and I decided to embrace the emotional gamut that this tends to put me through. It’s a delightful, yet somber mix of sadness, happiness, optimism and pessimism, and it tends to hit me all at once.
The impact comes when I think about how many years I’ve spent with this person and coming to the realization that I may never see them again. It kind of reminds me of when I see someone in a crowded place, and how I briefly wonder who they are, what they believe in, if they are happy; deep down I know that when they turn the corner, our lives will both go on without us ever meeting.
The good thing is that my coworkers really aren’t the stranger in a crowded place. The memories, laughter, tears, disagreements and victories we’ve shared are all a piece of my life. Those relationships, no matter how brief, are a part of my story. It may be a paragraph, it may only be a footnote, but every experience we share with each other is what makes life worth living.