Monday, May 6, 2013
A huge battle, i guess!
Sometimes the only persons opinion that matters is your own. And sometimes you have no choice but to give the heart what it wants. But then there's the fight between giving your heart what it wants or doing what your head knows it needs. and that is going to be a huge battle -- the fight inside of you.
Friday, May 3, 2013
The art of letting go (cervana)
Why do we have to part whilst love is still there? Why do we have to suffer? Why do we have to cry when someone 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, and poems left undone, songs left unsung, love left unexpressed, and promises left unfulfilled.
In a relationship, one of the hardest things to say is saying 'goodbye' and 'letting go'. It's as hard as breaking crystal, because you'll never know when you will be able to pick up the pieces again. More often than that, they who go will feel the 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 bitter, sweet and 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 knowing where, without us knowing why. And we must forget not because we want to, but because we have to.
In letting go, sorrow comes not as a single spy but as a battalion. 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 remind you of that person. It's like a stab of a knife, a torture in the night. It's funny how the whole world depopulated when only one person is missing. Just imagine there are billions of 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 sparkle with considerable space and time. Time heals all wounds but it takes a little push on our part. Acceptance only plays a part. Not all wishes come true. Not all stories end with 'and they lived happily ever after". Sometimes we have to part because of circumstances beyond our control. We have to suffer if it would mean happiness to others. We have to cry temporarily to let go of the pain. Every beginning has an end like every dawn has its dusk. It's something we can't control, something we have to live up.
It's over. That person is long gone. But life has to go on, goodbye doesn't always mean forever. There will come a place and time where questions will finally be answered, words will be expressed, 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.
There are questions left unanswered, words left unsaid, letters left unread, and poems left undone, songs left unsung, love left unexpressed, and promises left unfulfilled.
In a relationship, one of the hardest things to say is saying 'goodbye' and 'letting go'. It's as hard as breaking crystal, because you'll never know when you will be able to pick up the pieces again. More often than that, they who go will feel the 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 bitter, sweet and 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 knowing where, without us knowing why. And we must forget not because we want to, but because we have to.
In letting go, sorrow comes not as a single spy but as a battalion. 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 remind you of that person. It's like a stab of a knife, a torture in the night. It's funny how the whole world depopulated when only one person is missing. Just imagine there are billions of 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 sparkle with considerable space and time. Time heals all wounds but it takes a little push on our part. Acceptance only plays a part. Not all wishes come true. Not all stories end with 'and they lived happily ever after". Sometimes we have to part because of circumstances beyond our control. We have to suffer if it would mean happiness to others. We have to cry temporarily to let go of the pain. Every beginning has an end like every dawn has its dusk. It's something we can't control, something we have to live up.
It's over. That person is long gone. But life has to go on, goodbye doesn't always mean forever. There will come a place and time where questions will finally be answered, words will be expressed, 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.
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