I know things don’t make sense to you right now. I know you’re asking yourself all the ‘whys’ and ‘hows’ you can think of. I know you’re terrified of moving on because what if it’s too soon? What if it’s a mistake? What if it’s just a bump in the road, not a dead-end? And what if you never feel this way again, what if nothing as incredible as this knocks on your door again?
Because what is stopping us from moving on is the same thing that will set us free. Those who hurt us are those who can heal us once we decide to let them go.
Because even though you don’t want to move on, you also don’t want to be just another memory, just another experience or just another person someone else decided not to love.
You want to be the one who dealt with it with your head up high, you want to be the one who loved herself enough to know that something better is awaiting her, you want to be the one who decided not to be defined by someone who didn’t couldn’t love her and you want to be the one who moved on, the one who didn’t stay waiting, the one who didn’t settle and the one who cried for one night and woke up the next day smiling.
Because the truth about moving on is that it hurts too, it hurts to look back, it hurts to throw away the memories and it hurts to end something you were not ready to finish, but in life, the things that are hardest to do are the things we must do to live, to survive and to thrive.
Because while it hurts to move on, it hurts even more to hang on. It hurts when you’re afraid of losing someone who is not afraid of losing you.
But like a train, you must keep moving, you can’t stop in one station, you can’t wait for every passenger to get on board, you can’t just miss the whole ride because someone couldn’t give you what you want.
You can’t keep going in the same direction that leads to nowhere, you just have to keep moving and if they care, they will walk after you, if they don’t, you have to believe that the road is full of surprises and has a better gift for you. You have to keep walking until you no longer see the road you left behind.
Because sometimes for new things to appear, old things need to disappear.