It is a nice feeling to remember good things and great moments about people we lost. No matter how far away they've gone from us, the marks they left will always be within us. Instead of crying over what is not anymore, we should be indulging ourselves with what could still be. The world is full of possibilities, it is only a matter of believing something could happen. Things can be darn painful, like our life is falling apart and we are all alone, but we can choose to end our misery. Our past is part of our story. It is not just who we used to be, it is how we became who we are right now.
We never forget those nights when we only wanted to die or disappear after losing someone very important, we just find another reason to be alive on our own. We never forget how much happiness it used to be with them, we just learn happiness in a different way. They say no one dies from a broken heart, we all learn to let go and move one. From whatever pieces remain, we build a whole new self. If not, we learn to work our way slowly out of the things that does not feel good. We are not happy because we've found someone else to fill the gaping hole somebody else produced; we are happy because we found the strength to move on from the loss and be with other people again. People always come and go, no matter how good or loving we think we are to them. We don't have to understand the reason for being lonely, or for being left behind, we can be plain crazy for all they know. What we need to do is own our pain and crush it in our hands. What we need to do is place our faith in ourselves and know that the answer is nowhere around, it is within us.
"Happiness comes most easily when you know what you’re doing, believe in what you’re doing, and love what you’re doing (and who you’re doing it with), regardless of how things turn out."
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