There’s only one way in and out of work. At that set of automatic doors, we have the receptionists and Security. After official working hours though, the front desk is manned only by one security person doing the night shift.
As I walk past that person, it struck me that that is the only time I see them during the day. And yet I do see them, and yet I never say hello, I only ever say goodbye.
It feels right to me. I’m leaving the office and I’ve just said goodbye to everyone else. I’m not going to see them again that day, so I say bye.
I wondered what it must be like to always see then end and never the beginning, and that’s where I realised the metaphor. It wasn’t my intention for this post to get overly sentimental, but I know for one that I won’t start things where I don’t always know the outcome, and that some people won’t start things because they only think they already know how it’s going to end, and sometimes I know it’s best to find out whatever might happen.
To see the destination without experiencing the journey sounds like only half a job.