Sometimes people talk about how moving on is so easy, how it's a personal choice and that it can be done as easily and with as much effort as it takes to say it. Sure, it's a personal choice. But how easy is it, really, to move on from something that's affected you severely, albeit by your own gauge? Yeah, this and that, this isn't too bad, that could be worse, and everything would seem, in a way, superficial at best.
Personally, you think it's some kind of apocalyptic end of the world scenario where the sky comes crashing down and you sink into some kind of hole hoping for light to find you when in actual fact, you could just as easily step out into the light. haha. The irony. But then again, stepping out of your comfort zone is much, much easier said than done.
Being human, we revel in being in comfortable environments, free from the hurt and pain of the unknown or little explored masses beyond our comfort zone, safe behind a barrier of denial, distrust and instinctive self-preservation, if not a kind of displeasure seen in commitment. Why go to the extent of committing to all that when you could stay inside, secure, safe, happy?
How a person could be totally content with what he has when he knows he could be enjoying the pleasures afforded by things set outside his comfort zone, is another question altogether. Again, being human, we're drawn to things we see fit to improve and enhance our lives as a whole, by adding bits and pieces of a lifelong puzzle we call happiness.
It seems, though, that this puzzle is never complete, pieces of it fading and becoming misshapen as we move further along the timeline, and at the same time, as if to complicate things further, the picture formed from the pieces inevitably changes as people come and ago, events unfold, and reflections are made.
How do we finish something when we have no goal in sight? The very fear that we will be unable to see the big picture at the end of the journey somehow instills a hindering fear within that mars our advances as we move along.
What makes a person happy? That's up to us to decide. It's very subjective, like what food, music, or sport a person likes.
Once again, I digress.
Back to moving on. Sometime's its a necessity, sometimes it feels like an impossiblity; but moving forward and leaving the past behind is all we can do if we truly want to age and mature with time. Funny, because people like myself, granted, seem to enjoy living in the past and relishing in the memories of good times long gone.
There's a kind of duality surrounding memories and past experiences. They fortify, teach, and inspire, and yet they slow, hinder and frighten. The very things we value so much may, at the same time, the nightmares we hope to avoid in everyday life. A bad memory is a scar on our soul and a weight attached to us via an unbreakable link of chains. But I've talked about this before; no point repeating.
To move on is to embrace the future and all its pleasures, to finally stop looking over our shoulders every now and then to see if anything's creeping up on us; the things we fear, the things we hate, the things we know we don't need anymore.
Life's like this...pain is only temporary. Its purpose is to remind us that, above all else, we are only human. To be released from this pain is to become stronger; for pain is merely weakness leaving the body. In cleansing, one must suffer purgatory, and he emerges pure.
So when can I finally be free and continue walking my path, pure of heart, cleansed of pain, strengthened by the will to live and the desire to better my life?
When can you?
Personally, you think it's some kind of apocalyptic end of the world scenario where the sky comes crashing down and you sink into some kind of hole hoping for light to find you when in actual fact, you could just as easily step out into the light. haha. The irony. But then again, stepping out of your comfort zone is much, much easier said than done.
Being human, we revel in being in comfortable environments, free from the hurt and pain of the unknown or little explored masses beyond our comfort zone, safe behind a barrier of denial, distrust and instinctive self-preservation, if not a kind of displeasure seen in commitment. Why go to the extent of committing to all that when you could stay inside, secure, safe, happy?
How a person could be totally content with what he has when he knows he could be enjoying the pleasures afforded by things set outside his comfort zone, is another question altogether. Again, being human, we're drawn to things we see fit to improve and enhance our lives as a whole, by adding bits and pieces of a lifelong puzzle we call happiness.
It seems, though, that this puzzle is never complete, pieces of it fading and becoming misshapen as we move further along the timeline, and at the same time, as if to complicate things further, the picture formed from the pieces inevitably changes as people come and ago, events unfold, and reflections are made.
How do we finish something when we have no goal in sight? The very fear that we will be unable to see the big picture at the end of the journey somehow instills a hindering fear within that mars our advances as we move along.
What makes a person happy? That's up to us to decide. It's very subjective, like what food, music, or sport a person likes.
Once again, I digress.
Back to moving on. Sometime's its a necessity, sometimes it feels like an impossiblity; but moving forward and leaving the past behind is all we can do if we truly want to age and mature with time. Funny, because people like myself, granted, seem to enjoy living in the past and relishing in the memories of good times long gone.
There's a kind of duality surrounding memories and past experiences. They fortify, teach, and inspire, and yet they slow, hinder and frighten. The very things we value so much may, at the same time, the nightmares we hope to avoid in everyday life. A bad memory is a scar on our soul and a weight attached to us via an unbreakable link of chains. But I've talked about this before; no point repeating.
To move on is to embrace the future and all its pleasures, to finally stop looking over our shoulders every now and then to see if anything's creeping up on us; the things we fear, the things we hate, the things we know we don't need anymore.
Life's like this...pain is only temporary. Its purpose is to remind us that, above all else, we are only human. To be released from this pain is to become stronger; for pain is merely weakness leaving the body. In cleansing, one must suffer purgatory, and he emerges pure.
So when can I finally be free and continue walking my path, pure of heart, cleansed of pain, strengthened by the will to live and the desire to better my life?
When can you?
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