THE ART OF LETTING GO
It’s over. He’s Gone. Why do we have to part while the love is still there? Why do we have to suffer? Why do we have to cry when someone bids goodbye? Why beginnings have an end? Why do we have to meet only to love in the end?
There are question left unanswered, words left unsaid, letter left unread, poems left undone, song left unsung, love left unexpressed, promises left unfulfilled.
In a relationship, one of the hardest things to do is saying goodbye and letting go. It is as hard as breaking a crystal because you’ll never know when you will be able to pick up the pieces again. More often than not, they who go, feel no pain of parting is they who stay behind that suffer, because they are left with memories of a lover that was meant to be, a love that was.
At the beginning and at end of relationship, we are embarrassed to find ourselves alone. Unfair as it may seem, but that’s the way love goes. That’s the drama, the bitter sweet and the risk of falling in love. After all, nothing is constant but change. Everything will eventually come to its end without us knowing when, without us knowing how, without us even knowing why. And we must not forget because we want to but we have to.Everything will eventually come to its end without us knowing when, without us knowing how, without us… Click To Tweet
In letting go, sorrows come not in a single spy but in battalion. It seems that everywhere you go, everything you do, every blink of your eyes, every turn of your head, every beat of your heart, every sound you’ve heard and every breath you take always reminds you of him. It’s like a stab of a knife, a torture in the night. Funny how the whole world becomes depopulated when only one person is missing. Just imagine, there are four billion people and yet it seems you feel lonely and empty without the other.
I don’t know if it’s worth calling an art, but letting go entails special skills, sparkle with a considerable space and time. Time heals a wounds but it takes a little push on our part. Acceptance plays a part. Not all wishes come true. Not all love stories end with “and they live happily ever after.”
Sometimes we have to part because of circumstances beyond our control. We have to suffer if it would mean happiness for other. We have to cry temporarily let go of the pains, every beginning has its end every dawn has its dusk. It’s something we can’t control, something we have to live up.
It’s over. He’s gone. But life has to go on. Goodbye doesn’t mean forever, there will always means forever. There will always be a space and time where questions will be answered, words will be spoken, letters will be read, poems will be recited in the night, songs will be sung in harmony, love will be expressed in solitude and promises will be fulfilled.
Somewhere, Somehow, Someday.