Why do all good things have to come to an end? As I watched the series finale of Frasier this afternoon, tears wouldn't stop rolling down my cheek, I must admit I was a little shocked in the beginning when my eyes began to act like rain clouds, but then I realized how deeply attached I had become to the show. Whenever I watch Frasier, I always feel like I'm part of the Crane household, I feel like I know each of them so well, I've seen them through all their adventures and misadventures, fortunes and misfortunes, through their good times and the bad ones, too. But, somehow, the final episode...how I wish I had never watched it! If I hadn't watched it, I probably would've never thought something so wonderfully entertaining could ever come to an end, I could probably bask in the warm sunshine of their comic goodness forever. There was never a dull moment in their little world, everything about all their lives had something so refreshingly new and yet they were all so ordinary, so real, yet so unreal. More than the fact that Frasier was moving away to San Francisco, it was the reaction of all of his dear ones that made me feel so sad. Well, as life teaches us to move on, somehow, all those precious moments of splendor we encounter with all those close to our hearts or maybe even not-so-close to our hearts always remain ingrained in our memories as sweet definitions of good times.
Sometimes, the best moments of our lives are the ones we spend leaning against the window allowing ourselves to be immersed in the waters of reminiscence, to dive into the clear waters to dig out the beautiful pearl-like memories that remain clutched tight in the oysters of our hearts, while the sun sets in the distance, leaving behind a sky that has been painted pink, orange and soon purple and midnight blue with our dreams, memories and amazement at how life miraculously comes full circle when it does.
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