The Art of Letting Go
by Consrael
It's over. He'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 lovethat 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.
