wanderlust

I don’t revel in history. What is gone, is gone. What isn’t yours will never be yours. That’s what puzzles me about some people, they cling on to something of the yesteryear. To what end? 

Admittedly, when I broke up with my ex-boyfriend, it was tough reminding myself that all we had is now just but a fleeting memory. That mental and emotional ordeal lasted for a good two months, maybe three. I eventually got out of that rut and propped myself back up on my feet. Now, I never feel a need to drunk call my ex-boyfriend or a need to make frivolous small talk with him on MSN. Nothing, nada, ziltch! It feels liberating to be free of a dead-weight holding me back from the mirage of possibilities that await me; be it in love, life, friends or work. The crux of the matter is, I won’t be holding him back either. 

That brings me back to what I don’t get in people. Some people can revel in their history. They hold themselves back, as well as the other party. Is that fair? Is that healthy? What do they expect to get out of it? 

“Letting go will set you free.” - as cliche as it sounds, it resonates with my state of mind at this very moment.