Nothing tastes better.

In the past, I’ve also been hurt that much to know that there is no such thing as an “art” of letting go. The cruel truth is that there is nothing “artistic” about letting go. Just pain, frustration, anger and a whole lot of loneliness. The only thing artistic about it is how much we pretend they are not there.

People say that time heals wounds. Well, it does. And letting go is pretty much the same. It also becomes possible and real only through time. Across a very long time.

Even though I, more or less, went through the same thing some people are going through right now, I do not assume to know how deep their wounds are. I, however, know that they come back over and over no matter how much you thought you have already healed. I also know that there are things pulling you back to a space and time that you were once happy and at peace. Believe me, these things will be there for a long time, pulling you back when you least expect it.

But it must not matter how strong they are in pulling you back or down, what matters is how strong you are in not letting them pull you. The many things you want to comeback to don’t matter. What matters are the many other things still in front of you. It should not matter – the life you will be leaving behind, what matters is the life you choose to move on to. What matters is not the past, but the future.

I sincerely believe that there is nothing wrong with NOT letting go. At least not of the good memories. We can hold on to them. We can keep them as we move on. They are the things that allow us to remember that the relationship was worth it, that we had a good past. We must move on, not let go. We must not let go of the good memories and instead, grow from them.

It is easier said than done but then there is no other choice. There is no easy way. We have to heal. We all have to move forward. There is no art of letting go. There is only the power to move on.

For what it’s worth, I thank you still.

At long last, I say this with finality.