How I Learned “Moving On”
This piece I wrote last night was what I had been rooting to share or to express.
Looking back, I used to be stuck in a smothering feeling that I thought will grow forever. I was one of those people that in the past became stranded waiting for the storm to stop, hoping for the sun to rise like I was expecting a promise to be due.
The years passed that I grew, I had started to feel fine; I wasn’t cold anymore and I cared less if the sun will not come up as I wished it to. When the worst thing did arrive, it dawned on me that it suddenly didn’t mean that much to me because there was no place for misery there.
There was just sadness, not pain. Perhaps the sadness was for the ending, of course endings are always sad. It was ending; I decided…
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