Saying Adios




Ps;This is a happy article J

We all want acceptance. Somewhere to belong. Something to call our very own. And after we get it,we never want anything to mess with the niche we worked so hard to find and perfect to fit our own personal needs.And its never easy to say goodbye or to let go.

 

But all good things come to and end. It’s a bitter fact. But that’s how it is in this life.

 

So since all good things come to an end, and usually a painful one, does that mean that we should never invest any emotions in anything? Never give our all in our relationships lest they come to an abrupt  end? That way we can never be hurt? Or allow ourselves to fully enjoy something because that way the pain we feel when it’s all gone is a little less? Or ever allow ourselves to show our vulnerability to those we care so deeply about and things that affect us?

 

Quite the contrary.

 

Which is why I said this is a happy article. The future always arrives sooner than you expected. And the  tomorrow you were planning for is already a yesterday. And before you know it, all you will have is bitter regret about not having lived each day for its own. Always waiting for the perfect time, and place and person, and setting, and then it’s already ten years later and you are still waiting. So do love. With all your heart, and let people in. Allow yourself to feel disappointment, and grief and exhilaration and pain and loss. And continue to give life and love and people another chance in spite of it all. Don’t keep your guard up all the time. Because how else will you know that you have a heart that works? How else will you know that you are living?

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