There is a song for every mood and a lyric for every moment but life goes on beyond words, beyond melodies. At some point you have to let go of those life rafts and dance to your own tune.
It is a well known fact, that music can lead you out of heartbreak and rejoice with you in happiness, but at some point you have to know you can do that for yourself. At some point you have to move away, hold onto those songs, those lyrics but you cannot be afraid of silence. Only in silence can we recognize our victories and failures. If you can live through the hurt, to the point where silence is not the death of you than you have truly won.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Life and Death
Sex and the City. A group of women struggling through life and love to find the meaning of both. Perhaps thats whats wrong with us girls, we think the two are related. If to live is to love than what is being single? death? To be single does not mean an end to life, in fact some would argue the opposite. If you are a Samantha, to be single is what life is. To be together is death, Now I am not a Samantha, but i most certainly do not think singledom is death. Dane Cook is gone, and not just not with gone, his mind is somewhere else.
Me being single is surprisingly surprising. But not all unpleasent. I don't find myself thinking about someone else at all times of the day, i can truly be selfish without feeling guilty. I can see myself more clearly. I can see him more clearly.
Why would I ever hide behind a surname or hide him or anyone else behind a surname. Rob was everything to me and in some ways he still is. Although not in the traditional sense. Now he is the source of great pain, and happy memories. I miss him and it still hurts, a month later it still hurts. Why do us women hold onto these things so. it is quite obvious that its not going to work out and you dont really want it to. you want to feel somefreedom, to be able to pick up and go. You want to dance with a stranger, meet new and attractive people for coffee and perhaps get a number from a cute guy on a five dollar bill. Perhaps I'm not holding onto him, perhaps it was the idea of him. To have someone there that you loved so compeltely and who loved you or supposedly loved you. No it isnt the idea that holds me, its the man. The man he was not the man he is in this moment but the man i know he will be again. Until then or forever more i will cherish my freedom, relish going out , not having to worry about any consequences.
Life is now single, single is not death.
Wish me luck :)
Me being single is surprisingly surprising. But not all unpleasent. I don't find myself thinking about someone else at all times of the day, i can truly be selfish without feeling guilty. I can see myself more clearly. I can see him more clearly.
Why would I ever hide behind a surname or hide him or anyone else behind a surname. Rob was everything to me and in some ways he still is. Although not in the traditional sense. Now he is the source of great pain, and happy memories. I miss him and it still hurts, a month later it still hurts. Why do us women hold onto these things so. it is quite obvious that its not going to work out and you dont really want it to. you want to feel somefreedom, to be able to pick up and go. You want to dance with a stranger, meet new and attractive people for coffee and perhaps get a number from a cute guy on a five dollar bill. Perhaps I'm not holding onto him, perhaps it was the idea of him. To have someone there that you loved so compeltely and who loved you or supposedly loved you. No it isnt the idea that holds me, its the man. The man he was not the man he is in this moment but the man i know he will be again. Until then or forever more i will cherish my freedom, relish going out , not having to worry about any consequences.
Life is now single, single is not death.
Wish me luck :)
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