There are things in this world that we have no control over, and we need to accept that. The world is not build on your whims and people do not exist based on your discretions. Sometimes, we are put into situations where we need to learn lessons we don’t want to know, or accept things we don’t want to happen, or worse, let go of people we thought we can’t live without.
Still, you find yourself repeating questions after questions and still, you never find any satisfying answers.
You were given seemingly endless years, inifinite moments, a gazillion memories with one person who promised forever, so what are you supposed to do when you finally reached your crossroads and you have to go the other way?
How are you supposed to feel?
Grateful? That at least, somehow, you’ve spent all your infinities and it was worth it?
Or maybe, hurt?
Because at the end of the day, despite the storms you’ve conquered together, it was not enough?
Are we really meant to repeat goodbyes after goodbyes for the sake of growing?
How many goodbyes are you supposed to hear before you can get used to the fading footsteps?
One person once said that, maybe, sometimes, the hardest part is not letting go, rather, it’s learning to start over.
Why the hell would it not be?
Because how are you supposed to just throw away everything you’ve invested your life in and start from scratch. Again. Where do all those memories go? Where does love? Where does trust? And where will you?
I know it’s hard. Believe me, I know.
But, honey, trust me, goodbyes will always be an inevitable part of our lives. And you can either accept that or repeat your questions to every stranger you meet and find yourself alone in the dark room.
I know it’s hard to believe, but, sometimes, goodbyes can be good, too. Letting go can be relieving and starting over, refreshing. You just have to focus on the good of goodbye and not last syllable of that wretched compound word.