Moving On
Moving on.
Such an everyday problem of most of the people who has somehow lost something or just plainly want to forget someone. It's not easy, though, trust me, I know. It's the state of both metaphorically and literally being unmoving. It's the state of stillness that one get's in with total abandonment of what other may say or think. It's the state of not wanting to let go even though there's really nothing that holds you back, not wanting to let go the drug per se that is severely polluting and decaying you from inside out.
When I was a kid, I can't move on with my paper dolls, my doll house, my chalk board, et cetera. I don't want to dump my old notebooks that I used in college. I cherish every doodling that is in there, every bit of senseless notes I jotted on there, every poem I've scribbled on its pages. That's memory lane, I know.
See, moving on is for things that have accumulated value in you, things that have surpassed the state of being just important but treasured instead. Moving on is the best antidote that everyone needs to mend
a wound, to untangle a messy fabric of the past, to soothe the pain, to calm the sobs of yesterday, to be able to accept that he's gone and is never coming back.
I've wound up with a formula or a simple solution for that. I haven't applied that to myself yet 'coz I'm still in the process of internalizing within me if this formula will be worth the try. But don't you think a good way -- because I wouldn't dare say it's the best way -- to move on is to just keep on talking about it until you just someday get tired to it and get used to the thought and the feeling that something's permanently gone, some people are not for keeps, that you are no longer in possession of that things that was once your most loved, most cared, most treasured.
It sounds silly and creepy and cheesy and all that, but at least I know I'm normal. Now, I'm going to talk more about that creature that I found myself so attached to. I'm going to talk about how close we did get to getting there, or maybe it was just me assuming things and stuff. I'll try to talk about that once this bossy snob lady has once let a man boss around her. That she let loose and just used her brain only half of the time. That she once acted so randomly and spontaneously like she never did before. That she was once like the "usual girls" that she so despised that was so in love with a man she wasn't sure feels the same exact way toward her.
Moving on is indeed a difficult thing in and of itself. But it starts with taking that great leap forward. It starts with accepting that fact that there's no point dwelling in that rotten past. It starts with opening yourself to new people, new opportunities, to new chances, to new risks, to a new life. Moving is an important ingredient of a healthy living. Moving on frees you from the negativities that hinder you from becoming your best and being with the best. Moving on helps you realize and accept that yes, you were once a fool but the you best thing is you've learned.
Ask me now who Johny Bravo is and I'll tell you his real name, what we were before, who was he, what happened.
I'm hoping to move on swiftly, with ease, and completely. Goodbye...
Such an everyday problem of most of the people who has somehow lost something or just plainly want to forget someone. It's not easy, though, trust me, I know. It's the state of both metaphorically and literally being unmoving. It's the state of stillness that one get's in with total abandonment of what other may say or think. It's the state of not wanting to let go even though there's really nothing that holds you back, not wanting to let go the drug per se that is severely polluting and decaying you from inside out.
When I was a kid, I can't move on with my paper dolls, my doll house, my chalk board, et cetera. I don't want to dump my old notebooks that I used in college. I cherish every doodling that is in there, every bit of senseless notes I jotted on there, every poem I've scribbled on its pages. That's memory lane, I know.
See, moving on is for things that have accumulated value in you, things that have surpassed the state of being just important but treasured instead. Moving on is the best antidote that everyone needs to mend
a wound, to untangle a messy fabric of the past, to soothe the pain, to calm the sobs of yesterday, to be able to accept that he's gone and is never coming back.
I've wound up with a formula or a simple solution for that. I haven't applied that to myself yet 'coz I'm still in the process of internalizing within me if this formula will be worth the try. But don't you think a good way -- because I wouldn't dare say it's the best way -- to move on is to just keep on talking about it until you just someday get tired to it and get used to the thought and the feeling that something's permanently gone, some people are not for keeps, that you are no longer in possession of that things that was once your most loved, most cared, most treasured.
It sounds silly and creepy and cheesy and all that, but at least I know I'm normal. Now, I'm going to talk more about that creature that I found myself so attached to. I'm going to talk about how close we did get to getting there, or maybe it was just me assuming things and stuff. I'll try to talk about that once this bossy snob lady has once let a man boss around her. That she let loose and just used her brain only half of the time. That she once acted so randomly and spontaneously like she never did before. That she was once like the "usual girls" that she so despised that was so in love with a man she wasn't sure feels the same exact way toward her.
Moving on is indeed a difficult thing in and of itself. But it starts with taking that great leap forward. It starts with accepting that fact that there's no point dwelling in that rotten past. It starts with opening yourself to new people, new opportunities, to new chances, to new risks, to a new life. Moving is an important ingredient of a healthy living. Moving on frees you from the negativities that hinder you from becoming your best and being with the best. Moving on helps you realize and accept that yes, you were once a fool but the you best thing is you've learned.
Ask me now who Johny Bravo is and I'll tell you his real name, what we were before, who was he, what happened.
I'm hoping to move on swiftly, with ease, and completely. Goodbye...
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