You know you’ve truly moved on when you stop saying you’ve moved on. So obviously, there’s someone here who is far from moving on.
But I’m not denying it. In fact when people ask me how I am with regard to that aspect of my life, I don’t bother to answer anymore. Because there’s really no answer to that question. At best, the only thing I can say is that I’m painstakingly attempting to move on without much success. That’s the truth, anyway.
There’s no one formula for this, I guess. We all move on at our own pace, according to our own terms, and with our own defenses in the event the we backslide from our resolve. A friend told me that moving on is an art, and one that takes a lifetime to perfect. While that may be true, I also think that I deserve someone who will not give me any reason to move on anymore. Maybe that person exists. Or maybe he doesn’t. In any case, I’ve decided to make this the last time I’ll ever move on from someone. I don’t want to spend my life perfecting the art of moving on. Art or not, it’s a vice I need to put an end to. Right now.
In fact,maybe I won’t simply move on. Instead, I will opt to move up. Moving on is for those who want to forget. Moving up is for those who realize that if they remember, they can only get better. I’ve never been the type who forgets. I don’t believe that someone who has made a huge impact in my life can be easily forgotten just like that. But I believe in being transformed by experience because I’m the type who learns from my mistakes especially if I commit them twice over.
So maybe I know better now than just to aspire to move on. I will move up instead. Perhaps that’s the art that I should learn to perfect in this lifetime.
But I’m not denying it. In fact when people ask me how I am with regard to that aspect of my life, I don’t bother to answer anymore. Because there’s really no answer to that question. At best, the only thing I can say is that I’m painstakingly attempting to move on without much success. That’s the truth, anyway.
There’s no one formula for this, I guess. We all move on at our own pace, according to our own terms, and with our own defenses in the event the we backslide from our resolve. A friend told me that moving on is an art, and one that takes a lifetime to perfect. While that may be true, I also think that I deserve someone who will not give me any reason to move on anymore. Maybe that person exists. Or maybe he doesn’t. In any case, I’ve decided to make this the last time I’ll ever move on from someone. I don’t want to spend my life perfecting the art of moving on. Art or not, it’s a vice I need to put an end to. Right now.
In fact,maybe I won’t simply move on. Instead, I will opt to move up. Moving on is for those who want to forget. Moving up is for those who realize that if they remember, they can only get better. I’ve never been the type who forgets. I don’t believe that someone who has made a huge impact in my life can be easily forgotten just like that. But I believe in being transformed by experience because I’m the type who learns from my mistakes especially if I commit them twice over.
So maybe I know better now than just to aspire to move on. I will move up instead. Perhaps that’s the art that I should learn to perfect in this lifetime.
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