I had always been oriented since the moment I stepped abroad, that nothing is really certain. My dad used to lecture me to not be complacent because nothing is permanent: not the job, not the citizenship, not the people, not the friends.
I already knew things come and go. I’ve felt the pain of people moving on but still I can’t help but get attached to friends, the places, and the activities. I guess it’s because I knew in my heart I can never really enjoy this life without giving a part of me too. So when its starting to hurt, I will still press on, afterall I’m never alone.