Something begins to change, when you realize that the hole in your heart isn't everything you have anymore.
You begin to grow. You get bored of dwelling on the loss, and you tell yourself - sternly, repeatedly - that brooding is a no-win thing.
One day, you realize you can talk about most things that happened.
One day, you realize that even though you can talk about those things, you have been talking about them for years without being able to forget, forgive or accept.
Then you know why you chose your life's goal.
Sunday, November 08, 2009
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It does indeed seem that our lives run parallel to one another; I've been thinking exactly this lately too.
@Orhan: I'm not surprised, somehow :)
that speaks of the time i had acrosss long time back and didnt relize it until now
I suppose there is some cosmic causality at play here. Take care, Suki.
I've come to realize that at first, it's very hard to be as positive as you would like to be. But then, once it becomes habit, you feel so much more freedom. It's like a huge weight lifted off your shoulders. Took me 28 years, but the journey was worth it.
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