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Art of Letting Go

Christy Ana Betudio

It's over. He's gone.

Why do we have to part while it's still there? Why do we have to suffer? Why do we have to meet only to part in the end? Letters left unread, love left undone, songs left unsung, love left unexpressed, promises left unfulfilled.

In a relationship, one of the hardest things to do is saying goodbye and letting go. It is as hard as breaking a crystal, and when it's over, you'll never know when and if you will be able to pick up the pieces again. More often than not, they who go feel the pain of parting. It is they who stay behind that suffer because they are left with the memories of love.

At the beginning and at the end of the relationship, we are embarrassed to find ourselves alone. Unfair as it may seem, but that's the way love goes. That's the drama, the bittersweet, and the risk of falling in love. After all, nothing is constant but change. Everything will eventually come to its end without us knowing why, and we must forget not because we want to, but because we have to.

In letting go, sorrows do not come in a single spy but in battalions. It seems that everywhere you go, every song you hear, every turn of your head, every move of your body, every beat of your heart, every blink of your eyes, every breath you take - all of these, remind you of him. Just imagine that there are 48 billion people on earth and yet, it seems that you feel lonely and empty.

I don't know if this is an art, but letting go entails special skills. Time heals all wounds, but it takes space a little push on our part. Acceptance plays a big part. Not all wishes come true. Not all love stories end with "and they lived happily ever after."

Sometimes, we have to part because of circumstances beyond our control. We have to suffer if it would mean happiness to others. We have to try to let go of the pains. Every beginning has its end, as every dawn has its dusk. It's something we can't control, something we have to live up.

It's over. He's gone, but life has to go on. Goodbye doesn't always mean forever. There will always be a place and time where questions will be answered, words will be spoken, letters will be read, poems will be recited, songs will be sung in harmony, love will be expressed in solitude, and promises will be fulfilled.

Somewhere, somehow, someday...

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