Some say that leaving is easier than staying. I say, it
depends. Sometimes it’s harder. It takes strength, courage, determination even.
And it doesn’t always about running away or abandonment. It could be
the gesture of trusting; to have faith in ourselves and in everything that we
left behind, that they will be fine, and we will be too.
Everything..including people. Especially people, a set of hardest factor to walk away from. But it’s
odd yet amazing how big and flexible a heart can be, to adjust and provide some
space where we can mention names of those we have left, hoping
that they will be okay.
As a person who’d care for people as long as I can sense that
they still want me in their life, leaving is more about giving them some piece
of serenity.
There's a little spark of sadness somewhere in my chest, of course.
But no resentment so far.
No thorny fence will be built by me to
keep them away, but I won't create a new path as well to reach out to
them.
It’s my kind of non-zero-sum game farewell.
The final bellyache*.
The final bellyache*.
It's inevitable.
And it is what it is.
And it is what it is.
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