(on) moving on
yesterday was yet another drinking moment with ate hamster and kuya francis...could you guys be any more obvious than last night???? grrrr...
anyways...moving on...
when is the right time to say "enough" and on to the next moment?
is there ever a right time???
is there a prescribed period which people should adhere to when it comes to saying goodbye and good riddance to heartbreaking bittersweet (bitter,sweet) frustrating moments and start enjoying the next moment with no heavy feeling of whatever makes happy moments not so happy?
well...sorry.
i've never been one to follow prescribed periods.
well anyways..for the past few days i've found myself thinking of the past month and its sadness less and less...which is good i think, and more and more i feel the rightness of that particular ending...(really...it probably never would've worked out...)
except...what does it not mattering to me much now mean? do i chalk it up to the amazing capacity of human beings to recover? am i really programmed to fall and fall and fall like i've never been hurt before? like i never will be? or was it really, in what has become the word of the year for me, nothing?
i'd like to think so, cause then i'd probably be better off...
except...
i did cry those tears. i did hurt that much. i really was happy when it was happy.
i did feel.
and when i fall it's not like i've never been hurt before. i remember the hurt of the past lots and lots. but i choose to not let it rule my life. and really, there's no other way to fall...
it wasn't nothing. but now i'll just acknowledge its "somethingness" and be happy that that particular moment happened to me cause now i know...
that in days of unhappiness you can find comfort not really in the alcohol you drink but in the company of people who are either unapologetically unsympathetic or sympathetically commiserating (what?).
that reason without passion and passion without reason are both dangerous things, and the balance between the two is that there is no balance. some days one will rule the other, some days one is needed more than the other. you live your life with reason, you enjoy it with passion.
that accepting the end is not necessarily accepting failure, but accepting the fact that there are things that are just not meant to be.
that moving on is the lesson that i was supposed to learn.
anyways...moving on...
when is the right time to say "enough" and on to the next moment?
is there ever a right time???
is there a prescribed period which people should adhere to when it comes to saying goodbye and good riddance to heartbreaking bittersweet (bitter,sweet) frustrating moments and start enjoying the next moment with no heavy feeling of whatever makes happy moments not so happy?
well...sorry.
i've never been one to follow prescribed periods.
well anyways..for the past few days i've found myself thinking of the past month and its sadness less and less...which is good i think, and more and more i feel the rightness of that particular ending...(really...it probably never would've worked out...)
except...what does it not mattering to me much now mean? do i chalk it up to the amazing capacity of human beings to recover? am i really programmed to fall and fall and fall like i've never been hurt before? like i never will be? or was it really, in what has become the word of the year for me, nothing?
i'd like to think so, cause then i'd probably be better off...
except...
i did cry those tears. i did hurt that much. i really was happy when it was happy.
i did feel.
and when i fall it's not like i've never been hurt before. i remember the hurt of the past lots and lots. but i choose to not let it rule my life. and really, there's no other way to fall...
it wasn't nothing. but now i'll just acknowledge its "somethingness" and be happy that that particular moment happened to me cause now i know...
that in days of unhappiness you can find comfort not really in the alcohol you drink but in the company of people who are either unapologetically unsympathetic or sympathetically commiserating (what?).
that reason without passion and passion without reason are both dangerous things, and the balance between the two is that there is no balance. some days one will rule the other, some days one is needed more than the other. you live your life with reason, you enjoy it with passion.
that accepting the end is not necessarily accepting failure, but accepting the fact that there are things that are just not meant to be.
that moving on is the lesson that i was supposed to learn.
posted by peach at 6:51 PM
2 Comments:
something tells me something didn't work out with you and a certain someone. never the less, if that is the case then it was his loss. you are able to give such love like no one else could. i should know.
and in the event that this is just drama... i can relate.
see,peach?
unguarded:)
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