The most interesting thing about life is that we are but tiny specks of nothingness compared to it; no matter what happens to us, no matter how we feel, it goes on and on and on.
Things happen, as they always do, and we are left to adapt, or be left behind – whichever of the two we eventually choose. This could work well too, if only the marks they leave do not stay – but they do – and the truths kept in those distant memories reminiscing of what was as opposed to what will be remain a promise and a curse.
It is best to sift through them periodically and keep only the good ones; but in reality, usually it is the bad ones that stick like everlasting glue, leaving a permanent hurt like a stabbed wound that only keeps on burrowing over time… but then again, there is always a choice to stop.
It only comes with acceptance doesn’t it? In full embrace of the truth, in full understanding between the difference of the past, present, and future, and of the little control we have of them. It is a lot like the ocean waves – you see it coming, it hits you, then you look the other way to watch the waves travel that short distance to the shore to peter out, and you are left wondering whatever happened in that split second when you rolled with the wave.