the final goodbye

everything in life boils down to the parting. Goodbye is a standard prefix to the dearth of something good. Goodbye is finality itself and although there can be many, there is always a final one.

I realize I have been searching for a companion, one with whom there would be no goodbyes. Although theres always God, its sad to understand that such a person will never be found, and theres no assurance in anything to do with mankind. People make me sad, and I find little solace being around them. All the words that end with ship, relationship, friendship, they all disgust me. Because ultimately man is still self-serving. I am so disillusioned with people now, they make me tired.

In the gas theory, an ideal gas is one where the molecules have no inter-molecular attraction, is said to occupy no volume whatsoever. Sadly, life is far from idea, and in order to maintain such a scenario, we set the container at high temperatures and low pressure. High temperatures to ensure that the molecules lose little energy when they collide with one another, and low pressures to ensure a large volume, rendering the volume of the molecule negligible.

How apt. Ideal people are like such gas molecules. They need no one. Being driven individuals, whatever excess energy imparted to them or lost to other molecules is negligible. And they keep far away from each other to ensure minimal contact with other molecules.

How apt indeed.