SOME HEARTS

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I never really thought that I'd spend as much time in airports as I do. I love them and I hate them. I love them because of the peculiar

atmosphere and the people I get to watch. But they are also the same reason why I hate airports. It all comes down to "hello" and "goodbye"...

I have great difficulties with saying goodbye. Watching people cling to each other, crying, and holding each other in that last embrace makes me appreciate what I have even more. Seeing them finally pull apart, extending their arms until the tips of their fingers are the last to let go, is an image that stays forefront in my mind throughout the day.

When you were saying goodbye I heard you say,

I wish you enough...

That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone... and the meaning is :

I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much
bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish enough "Hello's" to get you through the final "Goodbye."

So I’m back from Barcelona safe and happily and I‘ve reached my target 

I have been reading your comments and I wanted to thank you for all your words of support and encouragement.

My friends, I wish you enough...