Now departing

This morning I dropped my roommate off at the airport. I pulled up to the Southwest sign, put my car in park, got out and gave her a hug.

“Have a great time! Let me know when you land safely. Love you.” I told her.

I looked around at dozens of people: hugging goodbye, smiling hello, some begrudgingly departing. It was the widest array of emotions in such a short amount of time that I’ve seen in awhile.

There are millions of stories circulating in airports each day that, more often than not, remain kept only between the already-connected individuals.

I think of all of the people that may meet for the first time in an airport, possibly see each other for the last time, maybe even fall in love. It completely fascinates me. I am officially adding, “sit at an airport all day long and observe people and learn their stories” to my bucket list. No surprise there if you know me.

Every human emotion you can think of occupies and relentlessly refills the structure of this travel center – mystery, fear, joy, despair, uncertainty, love, worry, anxiety, bliss – it’s all there. It’s the ultimate capsule of heightened emotions and often desperate attempts to show or tell someone how you truly feel. It’s as though a sense of urgency is ignited once you know someone is leaving, and an anxious rush of hope runs through your veins as you wait for someone’s return.

It is also a reminder that when people leave you – temporarily or permanently – sometimes the most you can do is remind them – or make them aware – of how you really feel: hug them like you mean it, pray for their safety, and hope that if it is in your predestined plan, they’ll return to you.

What better time to tell someone how you feel than at the last moment before absolute uncertainty strikes and control no longer rests in your hands? Don’t wait for someone’s departure to make your feelings known.

Of course I had to include clips from two of my favorite movies, both involving not only epic airport scenes, but killer songs for the soundtrack. You’re welcome.

Cruel Intentions: “I’m impressed. Well I’m in love.”

Garden State: “I’m really messed up right now and I’ve got a whole lot of stuff i’ve got to work out. But I don’t want to waste any more of my life without you in it … So what do we do? What do we do?”

Look how far you’ve come.

Yesterday I found myself witnessing a situation that was similar to one that I was directly in the middle of eight months ago. One of my very close friends was heartbroken, and it broke my heart to see it and to know that I couldn’t make it better. Of course, I tried to anyways by filling my bag with her junk food of choice and listening as best as I could.

All I could really do was offer my honest, and somewhat brutal, point of view. Heartbreak sucks. It physically hurts. It will exhaust you and leave you feeling lonely, confused and somewhat belittled. But as I sat in my friend’s kitchen and told her, “This is the best thing for you. It was difficult, but you will be so much better because of it”, I realized that I truly believed those words that were coming out of my mouth.

I believe that one of the best feelings in the entire world is being faced with a gruesomely difficult obstacle, working through it, and then reflecting back and thinking, ‘damn… look how far I’ve come’. It is empowering. Those points in your life instill a confidence in you, toughen your skin and (hopefully) make you realize something very liberating: you are stronger than any obstacle you are faced with, more compassionate than anyone who tries to tell you otherwise and better than any situation that knocks you to rock bottom. Stand back up. Learn from your troubles. And become a better version of yourself because of them.