I realised today that I am horrible at letting go. People, memories…you name it. I suck at it!
And the worst part, I don’t show it. That stoicism, that forbearance, that phlegm will be on my face; that facade of indifference; that aloof mask of nonexistant emotions; it’s all there, but the insides would be like shredded cheese you put on your fancy salad.
Life is what happens while you’re busy making plans. -John Lennon
I belive it’s an art. The art which potrays you as an incredible soul with a tsunami of emotions within, just crashing on to the waves of life, sometimes clueless as to where it would take you.
But you hold on.
And most importantly, you smile through it, all through that tsunami as the person or the thing just steers away, far from you.
And I belive, that’s exactly what makes you a human, that’s what makes you unique, makes you worth holding on to.
And I guess at the end of the day, that’s enough.
Being a human is enough.