My goodbye lunch
Today, my old company where I spent the last 8 years of my life decided to honor me with a last meal. A ritual that has been passed on from generation to generation.
As I look back at the ritual, I couldn't help but notice that it wasn't really in honor of those who have passed, but to boost the morale of those who stayed.
In fact, looking at all these "in honor of" and "in memory of". It's always about those who remain, not the ones who "moved on". (Of course I get to join in on this one, thank God)
Humans are social creatures by instant, we seek others, we create families, tribes, societies and we try to stick together. We try to comfort each other. Food appears to be one thing that always united people as it seems. That's why it has great presence in just about every occasion. Happy? have some food. Sad? Flush it away with some food.
It's amazing how time flies. Few years back, I was this junior engineer, full of enthusiasm and dreams that span the earth and heaven. As I grow it seems, dreams seem to start taking more defined shape, much smaller than when I first started. But one thing remained, passion and enthusiasm. I hope they continue to be there
As it seems, those who remain behind are the ones who feel the pain and frustration of being left behind ... It doesn't matter if the person has moved on to a better place or worse... Thank god it was better in my case
That might not be the end of it, but seriously, Why do we commemorate occasions with these last meals!?