Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don't even recognize that the change is happening. We may feel hostile or angry or weepy and hysterical, or we may feel depressed. It would never occur to us, unless we stumbled on a book or unto someone who can explain it to us, that we were in fact in the process of change, of actually becoming larger, than we were before. Whenever we grow, we tend to feel it, as a young seed must feel the weight and inertia of the earth as it sees to break out of its shell on its way on becoming a plant. Often the feeling is anything but pleasant.
But what is more unpleasant is the not knowing what is really happening, forgetting that the very shell that we're breaking was once part of us, that for long it has been our home that covers, protects and hones us into becoming someone; not knowing that we are losing ourselves because of excitement, that just because we found a new light we become insensitive of the things that we will break around us in the process.
We have to live with our mistakes, but we don't have to regret them. Regret our actions but never regret the consequences. We all make our own paths in life. Everyone we meet, everything we do, it changes us. It makes us who we are. And if we're lucky, we're given the chance to make things right again. But that doesn't mean we could deny our past to justify our mistakes. Because we have learnt lessons from all our experiences, no matter how good, bad, or crazy it was.
Its scary to find someone that makes you happy. You start giving them all your attention because they're what you thought might make you forget all bad that's going on in your life. They become the first person you want to talk to so you can start and end your day with a smile. It all sounds great to have that someone, good for you, yet scary for the people who are losing you, who has lost you; to the people you have started taking for granted; how easily it is for you to take your happiness and forget that for once, there's that someone who has filled up your emptiness.
If you leave someone at least say goodbye, because what's more painful than being abandoned; is knowing you're not worth a piece of farewell
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