‘Tis the season of good – byes and hellos

A colleague claims that he gets seasonal depression during this time of year. The sick irony of life is that the good – byes are seemingly only sad or tearful when the hello period was actually meaningful to parties involved.  Unless we’ve reached a point in life where we feel perfectly at peace somehow.  Perhaps there is a balance or equilibrium point to good – byes and hellos. Or do we simply learn to move on much more quickly and efficiently as we grow older?  Do we accept that most people are just passerby and aren’t worth the investment of a meaningful relationship?  Do good – byes get easier merely because our hellos become more halfhearted?