Meeting-a parting in disguise

Life is just like that; it isn’t a new phenomenon nor can we change how it should appear. Meeting is a departure in disguise. Meeting is the end of beginning of parting and, parting, the hope to meet again. In life, I have seen meeting, union, reunion and parting but of all, I used to fear meeting. While parting just would leave me sad, meeting always made me fear. Each minute, each hour and each day, I count time left as soon as meeting. Parting has sorrow leaving its presence to rule the aftermath, while meeting has a restless peace and hopes getting faded with each dusk fall. It is always better to have a sorrow alone than to have fun that disturbs the inner peace with each passing moment. The moment of meeting, I compare it to imprisonment of an innocent with delicious meals and lively facilities while dying within of the inability to prove he is not guilty. Of what good does it serve that kills us from within? Parting leaves sorrow, but disappears as time goes by. Time heals the wound that leaves us injured.
My life has this feeling: I like the moments when I just get excited with the feeling I am going home. Like a sparrow that weaves its nest in the corner of a roof, I weave dreams, make plans and fantasize of what I will do after reaching home. Reaching home and being with parents do not give as much pleasure and excitement. A soon as I see them, a pain starts knocking me now and then. The pain that would someday, as day and night alternately roll over each other push me away from heavenly feelings and experiences. I can’t withstand the detachment that takes my half soulful self. Perhaps, I often forget to live in present. Perhaps, this is a mistaken phenomenon of life. I am like this with life, forgetting to grasp pleasure from present. I tolerate parting in life. May be because I believe in, ‘out of sight is out of mind’ philosophy at times, I appear absolutely opposite to what the reality should have been.