Belles-Lettres

Every once in a while we get in touch with this truth (goodbyes) in us. It is not sadness exactly, not a hurt or a pain as such but some tremendously deep voice that cries out in bittersweet agony. Inner ache is present when we recognize the fleetingness of all that we know and all that we cling to upon this good earth. In blue days that seem to have no cause, it raises its voice when everything in our lives is going smoothly. True self-love means not trying to escape from ourselves, but listening to the voices within us. That aloneness is an integral part of being human, and an essential element in love. Goodbyes are part of every single day. Sometimes we choose them, and sometimes they choose us. What is goodbye? It is an empty place in us. Goodbyes are any of those times when we find ourselves without a someone or something that has given our life meaning and value when our life seems unfulfilled. Goodbyes create a certain space in us where we allow ourselves room to look at life ...

i ran after someone, trampled on my pride and when i finally caught up with him, he told me he wasn't worth it. but i don't regret that i ran after him. i just pity him to think of himself that way. some would say it's only his lame excuse when in fact it is me that he finds unworthy of fixing things with. very well. but to say that you are unworthy and use it as a lame excuse only makes it even more pathetic. i've forgiven but will never forget. i am free of hate and looking forward to indifference. something i will run after next.