Ditch the Discomfort of Goodbye
Parting is a sweet sorrow.
Why is ‘Goodbye’ such a lone word? It’s marked by frustation, tears, abuses, crumpled letters, photographs thrown to trash, flowers plucked out of personal diaries, dewy eyes, choked-up emotions, and distasteful moments.
The sensation of a sour bruise or a haunting nightmare sticks around your soul, and you feel nowhere after losing someone.
You may have witnessed many unpredictable and unpleasant farewells in your life, as have I.
Isn’t it embarrassing that out of emotions and heartaches, most people turn disrespectful? They hurl stones of blame, start abhorring someone who was once the apple of their eye and spill the secrets and weaknesses of a once-upon-a-time friend or a beloved one.
Humans deserve driplets of respect. Our emotional breakdown should not let us walk over basic boundaries of others’ self-esteem and integrity .It’s okay to change paths, but in a humane way. To hold onto the lessons learned with empathy for ourselves and sympathy for the one who left deliberately or mistakenly or as a matter of fate .
Accept the fact that intimacy, attachment, and love, like any aspect of life, are short-lived. Always remember your first toddler step. You stammered a thousand times, yet you never decided to give up or remain fallen in the same place. You stood up and learned to run for long strides.
It’s alright to cry oceans, neutralise your pain and let go of unnecessary expectations. But one commitment to the self should not be compromised, that is, to Take the next step and push yourself forward.
Here’s one of the favourite poems of mine by Jorge Luis Borges. It gives me a sort of liberty and devastating strength. There it goes :
After a while you learn the subtle difference.
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open,
With the grace of a woman,
Not the grief of a child
And you learn to build all your roads on today,
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine
Burns if you get too much
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers
And you learn that you really can endure…
that you really are strong
and you really do have worth,
and you learn and learn…
With every goodbye you learn.
Why to wait?
Take yourself out and fill your heart with the colours of flowers and get up for another yet exciting journey of life with or without the people you once cherished.
(Clicks by the Writer )
( I got the green cake for me and the orange one for my own self 😀)
Have you ever celebrated the heartache moments with yourself ??
