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Inspired by the song “THE ART OF LETTING
GO” by Mariah Carey
One step...
Just that one step threw me in what seems to be a risky and unfathomable journey, but I'm ready for the risk and shrugged every odd feeling that's attacking me, hoping to find something worth to treasure at the end of it. HOPE AND LOVE was what kept me going.
Until...
Senses freshens me up in the middle
of a hanging bridge, hanged so far above the ground, strong breeze blowing
through my face that even the imagination of me being there can kill me. “Why
am I here?”
The HOPE that I held dear before and
quite after a while I started this journey escaped me. The voice that I wanted
to hear telling me to keep going magically puffed itself away from me as if I
have something now to repel its existence.
What do you want to do now?
That was the question asked to me by
the smartest part of myself then after trying to respond, rendered the rest of
me of course immobile. Useless. Confused. Lonely.
Yet, something inside me sprouted, “you
still have the LOVE to continue”. I managed to create a smile and so I still
tried to go ahead.
A bit of that lost hope came back
like the smallest candle light in the darkness.
Points came that I needed to stop in
order to evaluate myself because I suppose with all the walking I did; I still
stand as if where I started, in the middle of the bridge. I’M STILL IN THE
MIDDLE OF THE BRIDGE! WHY AM I STILL IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BRIDGE!? amidst all
my efforts. Then with a couple of what seems to be a slap in my face, I knew
what was really going on.
The reason why I’m still in the middle
of the bridge is because I kept going back and forth in the middle of the
freaking bridge!!! All along I thought I was always moving forward. I was soooo
wrong. EVERYTHING IS NOW CRYSTAL CLEAR. I was blinded and you just played me.
I sighed, I cried, I felt pity for
myself. The sad idea came to me of how I used to believe that you took my
breath away. Truth is I was just suffocated with all your audacity and bravado.
Realization bit me that there shouldn’t even be a bridge for me to cross to get
to you. The bridge was your way of making me stay longer for your purpose that
nobody knows. Not for me to stay permanently for you have no intentions of
keeping me in the first place.
Now I’ll start walking back. Tracing
my steps to that first step I took for you and eventually out of this hanging
bridge. As I do that, let me tell you this! Letting go might not be easy and
exceedingly hurtful. Cause somebody you used to know is flinging your world
around. And just watch as you’re falling down. You’ll understand soon enough.
Somehow…
Yes! It ain’t easy baby but don’t worry
I’ll master the ART OF LETTING GO for you. Because of you and only for you. Now
it’s time for me to give me myself, find myself, and regain myself. Hopefully…
Again… I'll learn how to live again.
Bon Voyage to me.
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