Sometimes you owe it to yourself – the fairness of allowing justice to your very
own self. Distancing from the things held closest to your heart and looking at them
and their repercussions on you from a third perspective. Being neutral,
detached, impartial with your individual self and taking a righteous stand
against the dearest of your belongings.
Its weird though...vicious so to say. Marking a decision for oneself that hits the hardest in the wake of rendering justice to nobody else but - yourself. A funny game where you find yourself swinging incessantly between pride and pity. Pride of being fair, firm and strong enough to let go of the most precious of your possessions and then at the same time pitying to see just how difficult, painful and heart breaking it is to simply let go. You witness your strength and you witness your weakness, you witness your love and you witness your hatred, all together at one go. Spinning like a coin when both its sides blur to form a seamless circle that provides it strength for an independent movement.
It takes immense, I-M-M-E-N-S-E courage to let go of things that are skin deep, that are soaked in your spirit. Guess that is the reason why events like such are eventually filed under the 'experience' section of life; maturing you into a stronger person, leaving a dash of wisdom, polishing a darn bit of your uncouth soul.
But it hurts. Tugging away the dearest of your possessions from yourself pains.
And since the thing about pain is that it demands to be felt, one needs to bear it. Bear it till it subsides. Bear it till it exhausts testing you. Bear it till you've proven your point of being hell lot superior than it. Bear it.
And then once you've proved your superiority, get up, pull up your socks, kiss yourself and take life by its horns. For you've grown up a bit now; have emerged one bit stronger, one bit smarter and one bit wiser a person.
Celebrate it!
Its weird though...vicious so to say. Marking a decision for oneself that hits the hardest in the wake of rendering justice to nobody else but - yourself. A funny game where you find yourself swinging incessantly between pride and pity. Pride of being fair, firm and strong enough to let go of the most precious of your possessions and then at the same time pitying to see just how difficult, painful and heart breaking it is to simply let go. You witness your strength and you witness your weakness, you witness your love and you witness your hatred, all together at one go. Spinning like a coin when both its sides blur to form a seamless circle that provides it strength for an independent movement.
It takes immense, I-M-M-E-N-S-E courage to let go of things that are skin deep, that are soaked in your spirit. Guess that is the reason why events like such are eventually filed under the 'experience' section of life; maturing you into a stronger person, leaving a dash of wisdom, polishing a darn bit of your uncouth soul.
But it hurts. Tugging away the dearest of your possessions from yourself pains.
And since the thing about pain is that it demands to be felt, one needs to bear it. Bear it till it subsides. Bear it till it exhausts testing you. Bear it till you've proven your point of being hell lot superior than it. Bear it.
And then once you've proved your superiority, get up, pull up your socks, kiss yourself and take life by its horns. For you've grown up a bit now; have emerged one bit stronger, one bit smarter and one bit wiser a person.
Celebrate it!
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