Heartbreak can be as liberating as it is painful. For the most part, I am okay because I have been distracted. It begins to get tough when I am alone and staring at silence storm its fist at me.
I should have known better than to chase something that seemed like a fantasy, but I wandered into the choppy waters anyway, unprepared. I sought something I thought I deserved but in truth, it wasn’t mine to begin with.
We all have a rehearsed set of lines similar to our Facebook or LinkedIn bios. These are usually simple yet exciting enough. It is the story you know they want to hear even if it’s not yours to tell. It is a story of our past, our achievements and talents and outward appearances. It is a story meant for the file, but not the one that bears our soul.
We worry too much about the future of our relationships and often overlook the fact that it might already be rotting in the present. You can’t always sit on the rock in the middle of nowhere waiting for someone to save you. Sometimes you have to face your fears and swim across the rough waters to reach the shore. Just like that, you can’t always vent about a problem and allow it to fix itself. You have to be the one to fix it.
Today was just a bad day among the good ones we otherwise have and I wouldn’t judge my relationships based on this. It still is tough though. Hopefully tomorrow gets better.
What is character? Is it what you’re taught or what you build through life experiences? It is a check list or going to bed with a clear conscience? Is it for others or for yourself?
Today is about my Melbourne mains – made of freedom and responsibility, and sass and serendipity.
When you move to a new place with no friends and no comfort hideouts, you learn to trust more. We can’t solve each other’s problems and we don’t always have the answers but we survive.