Let Go and Move On

It's over. It's done.
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, dreams unfulfilled.

In a relationship, or anything else that matters, one of the hardest things to do is to say goodbye and let 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, those who leave, 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. Of being separated from something that made them feel special and happy for a moment in time.

At the beginning and in the end of a relationship, we are embarrassed to find ourselves alone. Losing something we once have is more often than not difficult as separation anxiety gets us. Unfair as it may seem, but that's the way love and life goes. That's the drama, the bittersweet and the risk of falling in love and being alive.
We have to remember after all, that 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 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 reminds you of him/her or the things that made you happy once upon a time.

It's like feels like a stab of a knife in your heart, a torture in the night. Funny to realize how the whole world becomes depopulated when only one person is missing or when we are alienated with the places or things we use to enjoy. 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 have to live up.

It's over. It'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.

Letting go is allowing the hurt linger until you get tired of it to actually be able to tell yourself that you are ready to move on. This is an edited re-post from my 360 blog more than a year ago.)

Being strong sometimes means being able to let go. To be happy we must free ourselves of our past and carry our loads lightly.

We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the life that is waiting for us.

Joseph Campbell

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