Farväl.

I learnt a Swedish word today. Farväl. Farewell. Despedida.

I used to get depressed. I used to hide from those moments, right before someone was about to leave. They used to hurt me. They used to make me feel forsaken. Now, I understand what they are for. To separate souls from each other, so they can follow their destiny and maybe, get back together, when least expected and most needed.

Lisa is from Australia. Lisa spent the summer in Stockholm. Lisa is thin, short and likes chocolateWithSaltAndAlmonds. Lisa is nice. Lisa talks and laughs. Even better, she makes you laugh too. You know what? I will miss her.

Lisa taught us many things. But she left her biggest lesson on her last words: The toughest of being on the road is the lost of feeling a place as home. Nothing is home anymore but anything might become home (at least, for a while). Some, get addicted to such a life, filled with new countries to explore, new people to meet up, new cultures to explore, new flavors to taste. Others will just scatter, like glass smashed on the floor. Alone amidst the crowd.

Her words are food for thought and magically link with my own belief: What we envision for the future does not necessarily match what we really want (or need). While is great to fight for what you think would make you happy, even better is to be wise (and brave) enough to stop and change the course when it no longer makes you smile.