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Art of Letting Go
It's over. She'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 somebody bids goodbye?
Why do beginnings have an end? Why do
we
have to meet only to lose in the end?
There are questions left unanswered, words
left unsaid, letters left unread, poems left
undone, songs 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 not the pain of parting:it is they
who stay behind that suffer, because they are
left with memories of a love that was meant to
be, a love that was.
At the beginning and at the end of a
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 bittersweet 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 forget not because we have to
but because we have to.
In letting go, sorrows come not as a single
spy but in batallion. It seems that everywhere
you go, everything you do, every song you
hear, every turn of your head,every move of
your body, every beat of your heart, every
blink of your eye 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
billion people on earth 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 sparkled with
a considerable space and time. Time heals
all wounds but it takes a little push on our
part. Acceptance plays a part. 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
others. We have to cry to temporarily let go of
the pains. Every beginning has its end like
every dawn has its dusk. It's something we
can't control, something we had to live up.
It's over. He's gone. But life has to go on.
Goodbye doesn't always mean forever.
There will always be a place 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.
