Faded Memories

What do we usually do when someone who means a lot to us, leaves us?

 

We don’t usually search for ways to let go. We don’t usually look for ways to lessen our hurt.

 

Instead, we search for the songs that remind us of them and listen to them on repeat. We watch movies that make us fantasise of what could have been. We go to the places where we used to spend time with them and let the hurt, the pain of losing someone who meant the world to us consume us. It is like a poison to our bones, but we let it flow, because something needs to replace the love that we hold inside of us for that person, and bitterness does the job very well.

 

More often than not, we shut ourselves from the world, not letting anyone share our pain because even this hurt is a memory that we have of the ones who have left, and we don’t want to keep it for ourselves.

 

This is all a part of healing, a part of eventually letting go, of becoming accustomed to a regular presence becoming an absolute absence. And it is healthy, only until we know when to stop.

 

Misery is addictive. The feeling that nobody is there for us is addictive. And sometimes, we try to replace the addiction to some person with this addiction to hurt.
Don’t do it.

Don’t do it.

Don’t ruin whatever can be your future for something that has become a thing of the past. Easier said than done, but something that should be only a part of the process of healing sometimes goes on to become our way of living. We refuse to let anyone be there for us because we have convinced ourselves that nobody wants to be there for us.

Don’t ruin whatever can be your future for something that has become a thing of the past. Easier said than done, but something that should be only a part of the process of healing sometimes goes on to become our way of living. We refuse to let anyone be there for us because we have convinced ourselves that nobody wants to be there for us.

 

Don’t let a process of moving on become the principle that you live your life by.

 

Don’t let what should only be a wound healing with time become a scar that never fades; for there’s a world out that you are yet to conquer.

 

Don’t let what should only be a wound healing with time become a scar that never fades; for there’s a world out that you are yet to conquer.

 

What do we usually do when someone who means a lot to us, leaves us?

 

What do we usually do when someone who means a lot to us, leaves us?

 

We don’t usually search for ways to let go. We don’t usually look for ways to lessen our hurt.

 

Instead, we search for the songs that remind us of them and listen to them on repeat. We watch movies that make us fantasise of what could have been. We go to the places where we used to spend time with them and let the hurt, the pain of losing someone who meant the world to us consume us. It is like a poison to our bones, but we let it flow, because something needs to replace the love that we hold inside of us for that person, and bitterness does the job very well.

 

More often than not, we shut ourselves from the world, not letting anyone share our pain because even this hurt is a memory that we have of the ones who have left, and we don’t want to keep it for ourselves.

 

This is all a part of healing, a part of eventually letting go, of becoming accustomed to a regular presence becoming an absolute absence. And it is healthy, only until we know when to stop.

 

Misery is addictive. The feeling that nobody is there for us is addictive. And sometimes, we try to replace the addiction to some person with this addiction to hurt.

Don’t do it.

Don’t ruin whatever can be your future for something that has become a thing of the past. Easier said than done, but something that should be only a part of the process of healing sometimes goes on to become our way of living. We refuse to let anyone be there for us because we have convinced ourselves that nobody wants to be there for us.

 

Don’t let a process of moving on become the principle that you live your life by.

Don’t let what should only be a wound healing with time become a scar that never fades; for there’s a world out that you are yet to conquer.

Share With Friends