The Art of Moving On

I find some emotions to be beautiful, especially happy emotions. However, someone who is recovering from feeling negativity also creates a sense of beauty. How they express what they feel in their speech, with their actions or perhaps by just being blank - I think it should be considered art.

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A few years ago, I was a self-proclaimed pessimist. I never really saw the good in anything which was bad. I often let myself hang on to a burden, hoping that the good will eventually come back - when instead, it was like writing a suicide note to myself (figuratively, don't take me seriously I will never kill myself). However, growing up, seeing things, places, people made me have a different perspective towards things which I am forever blessed. There are some pieces of us, which we are better off without. Pieces, which we need to let go, in order to grow.

A few months ago, a close friend lost her father. He battled with something incurable for months. The last time I saw him, he was praising my friend, his daughter - for cooking dinner. Though he seemed restless, he made his wife and children smile as we all shared a laugh, enjoying my friend's delicious cooking. A month after that, at the crack of dawn, he passed away. Like his sickness, it left an incurable hole in my friend's heart. No man can love her like her father. Sad, but that did not stop her from living life. She's one of the strongest people I know. Despite the hardships she's been through, she still manages to be the best in what she does, she takes care of her family and cats well, and she still smiles knowing that all she wants in life, is similar to what her father wants; to admit loss, to be happy, and to be loving to others - all in which, she is coping well with now.

A few weeks ago, a blood relative broke off her engagement. Just a few months before the wedding, he decided to call it off. Her supposed wedding dress hung in her cupboard while she returned him, her ring. She was broken, torn. She cried at night, though unable to express what was going on believing the only person who would understand was herself. She decided that the only way to bring her back to herself, was a bit of soul-searching. Off she went to a foreign land, doing things she would never expect herself to do. She jumped off a plane, she rafted in cold waters, and she asked God for clarity. One night, while stargazing, she finally found herself in love again - with the world and herself. She expected that perhaps, while memories still burdened her - she was better off by herself.

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Moving on, isn't something you can force. It's easy to advise someone to forgive and forget but let's be real. Being the one enduring it, we all know it isn't an easy task. But it works in miraculous ways. Never hope for something lost to come back, nor focus in giving time for the unchangeable to be normal again. Instead, embrace the positives and learn to live life again. Give them time, don't rush. The smile of recovery is something worth waiting for and trust me, it's going to be beautiful.