There are seasons in life where we keep waiting and waiting, hoping love will bloom again the way it used to. But sometimes we get tired of waiting. Sometimes time flies so fast until the love that once felt so alive begins to grow cold. What we once called our paradise slowly turns into shadows and darkness. Just like a corpse on the first day still fresh but as time goes by it loosens, it decays, it disappears, until no trace remains.
They always said “time waits for no man.” I never believed them. To me, their words sounded like useless noise like a piece of nonsense thrown to my face. But now I understand. Experience has slapped me with the real truth. Maybe I learned it the hardest way, but I learned it. And that is what makes it painful. Because the lesson came through heartbreak not theory.
Today my feelings are fading away, and part of me is tempted to let it go completely. It is like a tug of war in my heart. The rope is slipping from my hands. I am exhausted from holding onto what does not hold me back. I have been shattered, broken, torn apart in places that only I can feel. And so, I bend down again, gathering the broken pieces of myself one by one trying to rebuild what is left of me.
Healing is strange because sometimes you feel like you are getting better, but the pain sneaks back again so fast that you can’t even see it coming. But even in all that, I am thankful that I survived today. I am thankful that I can still breathe and keep moving. I am thankful I still have the strength to write this pain into words.
One thing I keep reminding myself is this: it gets better with time. There is no instant magic. No immediate cure. But every sunrise is proof that the world is giving you another chance. We are guaranteed nothing in this life except the fact that we will die one day. So if you made it through today that is already something to be thankful for.
Sometimes I blame myself for things I could not control. I replay old moments like broken tapes in my mind. I keep rehashing my mistakes. But maybe letting go is not giving up. Maybe it is wisdom. Maybe it is courage. Because sometimes the bravest thing you can ever do is stop holding onto what is already gone and choose yourself instead.