Change is the truth of time.
For one last time, I bid you goodbye. Those fields where I played from morning to evening, those incessant chatters that I participated in, those brave but futile attempts to impress, those wise, old trees on whose shadow I rested my head, those winds in which I lost myself with unparalleled vigor and determination, those walls in which I wove memories, those windows in which I daydreamed, those equally transient visitors to whom I waved, I bid you all my last goodbye.
Why grieve on this happy occasion? Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right-doing, there is a field. I will meet you there. In that field there will be serene music and a place for all; neither will there be complaints nor commendations; neither expectations nor doubts; neither commotion nor silence; neither desire nor hatred; a field where tranquillity and peace will prevail. Meet you in that field, soon.
I thank all of you for coming into my life as you did. With you, every moment was special; every moment was equally right. Looking back, I like to see the autobiography written in your arms and surface. Oh, the Sun! How beautiful you were; how you always motivated me with your radiating energy; how you made me see the bright side of things; how in your shadow I found myself!
Thank you the morning birds for greeting me as you did; thank you the playing fields for welcoming me as you did; thank you the little breeze for refreshing me as you did; thank you the ticking clock for reminding me as you did; thank you the little stones for hardening me as you did; thank you the romantic moon for blessing me as you did; thank you the twinkling stars for winking at me as you did.
You were the best chapters of my life, and how fortunate I am to have my life written on your tender arms, blessed in your kind hands, and embraced by your winning smiles. My eyes are encaptivated by your beauty and are locked in a trance. However, no matter how beautiful the fair is one has to return home. My time has come when I take my steps towards my home; the last ticking of the clock reminds me of this.
Why grieve? When the river mixes with the ocean, no one sheds a tear: it’s a happy occasion. Similarly, when I am going to meet with a greater self of mine and blend in that light, why grieve? In that moment I will be relieved of all my worries, insecurities, and memories — good and bad alike. Change is the norm of nature, I cannot fight it. Tomorrow, someone else will stand in my place; someone else will enjoy that light of the sun, play in those fields, greet those morning birds, and welcome the Earth as me, and then he too will go.
Such is the truth. I have found my truth and will live by it; you live by your one. For one last time, before peacefully resting my pen for eternity, I bid goodbye, and thank you with all my heart for supporting me as you did. Bye, I hope we meet again.