The Art of Letting Go

> THE ART OF LETTING GO
>
> 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 love that 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 want 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.
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...