Leaving them behind

 

I remember one day, when I was a little child, that I was afraid of losing my toys, I felt very troubled with that thought.  My mother asked me why I was so upset, and I told her I was afraid of growing up, because I loved playing with my toys and I had never saw an adult playing with toys. (I was so wrong then).

My mother smiled and told me that I would not need my toys as a grown up, and that Life always gives you something in return.

I could not understand that at that time, but I felt a little reassured to hear that.

Some years later when I was in my early adolescence, I felt the same “fear of loss” when a very close friend of mine moved abroad.

I thought the end of the world had arrived for me, and that nothing would be the same anymore, I would never meet anyone like him and nobody else would share my hobbies, tastes and adventures again. Continue reading