“No matter how badly a thing is destroying us, sometimes letting it go hurts even worse.”
Perhaps life is all about fixing broken things. Some people we meet by accident to make us, others on purpose to break us. So that we can pick up the pieces and start again. Maybe because we are strongest after we have been shattered, maybe because we are at our best after we have survived the worst.
Time they say heals all broken things. In time you’ll learn the hard way that it doesn’t. You close your eyes, hoping to wake up when it’s all over. And then you open your eyes to the truth that nothing is. Just because you shut things out doesn’t mean they’d go away. You only let life pass you by, and there goes the years you cannot take back, the moments you cannot live again.
Perhaps the only way to deal with pain is to hurt until it hurts no more. Perhaps the only way to stop breaking is to break until you can be broken no longer. But where do you find the courage to carry on when all you got left inside you is fear? Fear cripples. And i know now a thing worse than fear, living in fear for so long.
We blame the gods, we blame the people, but at the end of the day we know that we only have ourselves to deal with our own circumstances.
“From this experience, I understood the danger of focusing only on what isn’t there. What if I came to the end of my life and realized that I’d spent every day watching for a man who would never come to me? What an unbearable sorrow it would be, to realize I’d never really tasted the things I’d eaten, or seen the places I’d been, because I’d thought of nothing but the Chairman even while my life was drifting away from me. And yet if I drew my thoughts back from him, what life would I have? I would be like a dancer who had practiced since childhood for a performance she would never give. ” ― Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha
People come and go.
Permanence is one thing that never exists in this fast-changing world.
We live and we die. We say ‘hi’ then we bid ‘goodbye’.
We sing along a good old song, and then it ends.
Someone touches our lives, the next moment they’re gone.
Just like that.
Not a day’s notice, not a word of warning.
They come and they go, and then we’re never ever the same.
We learn the hard way that nothing’s definite, only goodbyes.
One day or the other, we lose someone and the only way to cope is to LET GO.
But who’s ever ready to let go?
When letting go means losing the things that truly matter.
Who’s ever ready to let go?
When letting go means losing pieces and parcels of one’s soul.
When it means waking up in the morning, feeling less of a person with a big hole in your heart.
Really. Who’s ever ready to let go?
We hold a million strings in our hands,
Borrowed lives, fleeting time, passing love;
But at the end of the day, none of them is ours to keep.
We hold tight to the things we believe would last forever,
but none of them ever does.
One by one they’ll seep out from our grips, like the fine grains of sand we try to keep in our palms.
We can muster every bit of rage,curse the gods, cry our hearts out,
But at the end of the day, we have to let go.
We have to let go.
Gone in this world but never in our hearts..:)