Tally-Ho

Being part of the tally demonstration got me thinking very, very hard about the subject. This, more than anything from this class so far, applies to my life right now as I am dealing with some separations and farewells of my own.
Now Katey and I split an actual physical tally, in our case a note card with a very intersting quote on it, and at first I felt sad thinking about how many people I had said goodbye to seemingly without anything to remember them by. I wished today's society still had a practice like that, something deep and sentimental as reminders of someone you had to leave. Later, however, I sat talking to a friend on the phone and used an idiom someone we both had formerly known used frequently, and it stoppepd me mid-sentence.
I realized how foolish I had been. Society had not lost the practice of the tally, it had simply changed it's form. We no longer split coins, but we do split souls. Thinking about this more and more I realzied that everyone is fragmented because every single time you get to know a person, you both exchange a piece of your souls, or at least your minds. Take the phone incident for example. Neither of us have seen the person who used this phrase in years, and we definitely did not break a coin, index card, or otherwise when he left. But now I am certain we left our mark on each other, even if that mark is something as insignificant as an addition to my personal vocabulary.

Each and every person you meet you take something from and give something to, though you may not realize it. My mom always tells me that everything happens for a reason, even the bad, and I have come to believe that what happens when you part comes from the tally you split; the pieces of your souls, no matter how small and seemingly insignificant, you break when you leave one another.