Are they really worth it?

Relationships are a complicated bit. All of them have a mind of their own, running by their own fumes and flying by their own wings. It doesn’t matter if the bird flies highest or lowest. It doesn’t matter if the deer runs fastest or slowest. What matters is they will stop at some point, and that bird will have to perch when it cannot fly anymore. The stoppage point is the worst of all phases. It is here that some decide to settle and forage, others choose to go on and others fall victim to hungry lions and hawks. It is the same in love. It comes to an end at some point. It is this point that shapes opinions about the sort of person you are. The ugly is put on and you see the person inside out, their weaknesses, their bad tempers and their ugly faces. This is what it all boils down to. How do we react when everything is over and done?

The shrewd ones move on and make a difference in the lives they have, not the one they lost. They do not succumb to the allure of self-righteous anger, rather they strive to make things right again by smiling through all that crippling pain. They make a difference in their lives because it is the only one they have, not trying to make one in what they lost. A lot of time is wasted chasing and trying to fix broken mirrors, but buying a new mirror might be cheaper and better in the long run.

If it comes to letting go it is best we leave everything and run. A slave does not crave for bondage once he is set free from it, he runs. We think we do things better when we start jumping into other relationships to make them feel the pinch, or start posting pictures of how happy we are so jealousy could choke them to death, but who’s getting hurt here? Who is that struggling to make an impression? Happiness is felt, not shown. A happy person would never tell you they are happy. You will just see it in everything they touch or do. I am not suggesting we ignore the pain. It is okay to live it every once in a while because in some people it is what makes them tick. But it shouldn’t reach a point where it has become an obsession. You are sick when your first thought in the morning is to make someone pay. While you are out there plotting how you are going to prick his tyres, maybe write crap about him or her online, he or she is out there writing their book, maybe reading something new or working to make a difference. By the end of the day both of you would have made a difference in life, but in very different ways.

Why run all those miles to look fit, maybe buy all those new clothes, not for you but so others could see and regret their decisions? What guarantee have you that they will react the way you want? I have always believed the best revenge is that of the head and not of the heart because anger blinds the heart. The best present you can gift yourself is walking away when you should and switching off the past when you can. People do not last forever, neither do situations so why set yourself up for a life of guilt and shame when you can walk away and they will remember your name with all the dignity it deserves? You may run a race and win in the end, but looking at the field of athletes you tripped and pushed aside, you realize how worthless and tasteless your victory is. It is not called winning if when all is over there is something to lose.