Goodbye

It's probably a fallacy to assume that in life you will always get a goodbye. But all I've ever strived to do, in every aspect of my day to day existence, is to ensure that as I part company from someone I care about, that they will have a pleasant memory of me. It's a completely unfounded fear as you never know when it'll be the last time you see someone, living like that is incredibly morbid or pessimistic. That's just how I roll, even to the extent upon sleeping ensuring the last thing I say out loud is a bid goodnight, so the last thing I've said is with love. Yup, totally morbid, but it's an ongoing habit I've adopted. The bemusing thing is, the last time I see most people, I never know it's the last time, and my last encounter is always not how I imagined it. If I died, I would want my last words to be ... something... That's not life, it never will be. Life moves like an irascible child, furiously pelting towards it's inevitable conclusion, oblivion.