Art of Letting Go

Why do we have to part while love still there? Why do we have to suffer? Why do we have to cry when someone bids goodbye? Why do beginnings have to end?


Why do we have to meet only to lose in the end? There are some questions left unanswered, words left unsaid, letters left unread, poems left undone, song left unsung, love left unexpressed, promises left unfulfilled. In a relationship, one of the hardest thing to do is saying goodbye and letting go. It is hard as breaking a crystal because you'll never know when you'll be able to pick up the pieces again. More often than not, they who go, feel not the pain of parting. It is they who stay behind that suffer, because they are left with memories of a love that was meant to be, a love that was.


At the beginning and at the end of a relationship we are embarrassed to find ourselves alone. Unfair as it may seem, but that's the ways love goes. That's the challenge, bitter and sweet, the risk of falling in love. After all nothing is constant but change. Everything will eventually come to its end without knowing when, without us knowing how, without us even knowing why.


And we must forget not because we want to but because we have to. In letting go, sorrows come not as a single spy but in batallion. It seems that everywhere you go, everything you do, every song you hear, every turn of your head, every move of your body, every beat of your heart, every blink of your eyes, and every breath you take always reminds you of him.


It's like a stab of a knife, a torture in the night. Funny how the world becomes depopulated when only one person is missing... just imagine there are four billion people on earth and yet it seems you feel lonely and empty without the other.


I don't know if it is worth calling an art, but letting go entails special skills sparkle with considerable space and time. Time heals all wounds but it takes a little push on our part. Acceptance plays a part. Not all wishes come true. Not all love stories end with "and they live happily ever after".


Sometimes we have to part of circumstances beyond our control. We have to suffer if it would mean happiness for others. We have to cry to temporarily let go of the pains. Every beginning has its end like every dawn has its dusk. Its something we can't control, something we have to give up.


It's over. He's gone. But life has to go on. Goodbye doesn't always mean forever. There will always be a place and time where questions will be answered, words will be spoken, letters will be read, poems will be recited in the night, songs will be sung in harmony, love will be expressed in solitude, and promises will be fulfilled. Somewhere, somehow, someday.