“Every morning I wake up and I tell myself this: It’s just
one day, one twenty-four-hour period to get yourself through.
I don’t know when exactly I started giving myself this
daily pep talk—or why. It sounds like a twelve-step
mantra and I’m not in Anything Anonymous, though to
read some of the crap they write about me, you’d think
I should be. I have the kind of life a lot of people would
probably sell a kidney to just experience a bit of. But
still, I find the need to remind myself of the temporariness
of a day, to reassure myself that I got through yesterday,
I’ll get through today.”
– Where She Went
So here i am again, trying to post something.
I can’t seem to think of anything worth writing now. So please bear with all the things I’m about to write.
I read something a while ago, it says “when does a person become someone from your past?”
Is it when you learn how to forget them? But you never really forget anyone.
Is it when you learn how to live without them? But you already lived an entire life before meeting them.
Or is it that final moment when after you have grieved for days, weeks, months or even years that you have finally accepted the fact that that person is never coming back? Adieu. Sayonara. Paalam.
Why do people have to put someone in the past?
Maybe, so they can move forward.