Letting Go

First and Last

People say in order to move on, one must accept reality and continue living life as it is - wake up, eat, sleep, and so on.

But how can someone possibly live life as it is when all that someone wants to do it to dig a hole and bury himself/herself in there and decay?

Tough life, indeed. Too tough to "live life as it is."

No smart words can stop a bleeding heart. It just stays there. Bleeding. And no matter how many words you whisper to the heart, when all it wanted was to love and be loved back in return, it won't stop crying. It would just continue to pour out tears - in the form of blood - and weep, weep & weep.

Funny how the person that loves so much, hurts so much in return.

To move on isn't to forget the moments, to forget all the memories and happiness that came with the pain and regret, but to merely accept things as they are. Never sugarcoat the situation as it is. If the situation is pure bullshit, then the situation is pure bullshit. If it hurts like hell, then it hurts like hell. Stop making illusion the truth, and truth the illusion.

Let yourself feel the pain. Don't limit yourself to the comfort of false happiness.

Let yourself hurt, heal and breathe.

The only consolation you get from a broken heart is the tiny thread of hope which signifies the chance of your heart to be whole again.

Feel.
Hope.
Survive.

"Better to have fought the battle and lost, than to have stayed and doubted."

Let go, love. It would make you stronger, wiser and a lot, lot more braver.