Have a nice life..

What else would you say to someone you meet for a few moments and you more or less know that you will never meet him/her again?

And that makes sense because you probably never really exchanged names and probably would not even remember if you did meet again?

But, somehow, there is a sort of ‘end‘ in sight when we say ‘Have a nice life‘ – a certainty that in this case we don’t like.

Why is that?

Acceptance – like many things, easy to say, so very hard to do even when it is with regards to something that is hardly likely to change our lives..

Hope – a lovely thing, makes us believe that a random tryst like the one above might actually change our lives..

It’s the mixing of the two that makes life interesting after all..