No tears for goodbyes

At first, I was consumed with worry about how people would feel and react. I was anxious about the potential negative imbalance it could bring to the community, fearful that it might cause hurt and leave irreversible changes. For so long, I was preoccupied with the idea that my actions might disrupt the delicate fabric I had worked so hard to build.

I poured my heart into establishing communication and forging connections with the people around me. I invested time and energy, striving to bridge gaps, to get people to come together, to make the conversations flow so that the work could get done smoothly. I worked tirelessly on both the dynamics and the academics, constantly trying to create harmony.

But one day, it hit me: I had been overthinking all along. Time and events had revealed a painful truth—people were cold. They didn’t seem to value the relationships we had built or the progress we had made. The effort I had put into connecting with the community seemed to matter little to them. What they valued was not the bond we shared, but the benefits they could extract. There was no heart in it, and suddenly, I began to question myself.

Why did I even care? Why did I waste so much time worrying? And why did that make it so difficult for me to walk away?

Now, my mind is clear. The weight of uncertainty has lifted, and I realize the truth: nobody cares, not even when I leave. It’s strange, but in a way, it was almost freeing. The departure I had once feared, the one that seemed so heavy and complicated, turned out to be surprisingly easy. No one noticed, no one reached out, and in that silence, I found clarity. What once felt like an impossible decision has become a quiet, inevitable moment of release.