It's a sad thing that even the best of relationships fail and come to end. When you see two people who's obviously still very much in-love with each other yet chose to live separate lives, I can't help but ask out loud, "Huh?! But WHAT went wrong?" And then there are those relationships that seemed wrong from the very beginning - two über incompatible people with neither penchant for compromise nor acceptance of the other's flaws. The latter are those kinds of relationships that, when it fails for all-too-obvious reasons in due time, people take a grateful sigh as if breaking up was the wisest thing to do.
I've had my share of, err, people who have come and gone in my life who somehow made permanent imprints in my life - good ones and otherwise. One key lesson I’ve learned is that breaking up with a person who's supposedly so damn wrong for me does not actually erase the mistakes I’ve made nor the naive decisions I chose against better judgment. It doesn't undo anything - what's done is done. I can only force myself to get up lest I opt to stay stuck from where I am, and gather enough will to move on, one painful step at a time. And I guess the same goes to everyone - guys and ladies alike. But the bestest lesson a breakup can give a person is learning to fight a battle of his own. Sure, friends will be your cheerleader minus the pompoms, giving you as much moral support as they could until it's actually just a little bit sickening. But to win or lose is solely up to you. After all, only the person can fight his inner demons and triumph over the internal battle that kicks off the moment "This.Is.Not.Working." is spoken right in the face. (Oh yeah, there also the It's-Not-You-It's-Me and I-Need-To-Find-Myself speech.)
*Sigh*
I've had my share of, err, people who have come and gone in my life who somehow made permanent imprints in my life - good ones and otherwise. One key lesson I’ve learned is that breaking up with a person who's supposedly so damn wrong for me does not actually erase the mistakes I’ve made nor the naive decisions I chose against better judgment. It doesn't undo anything - what's done is done. I can only force myself to get up lest I opt to stay stuck from where I am, and gather enough will to move on, one painful step at a time. And I guess the same goes to everyone - guys and ladies alike. But the bestest lesson a breakup can give a person is learning to fight a battle of his own. Sure, friends will be your cheerleader minus the pompoms, giving you as much moral support as they could until it's actually just a little bit sickening. But to win or lose is solely up to you. After all, only the person can fight his inner demons and triumph over the internal battle that kicks off the moment "This.Is.Not.Working." is spoken right in the face. (Oh yeah, there also the It's-Not-You-It's-Me and I-Need-To-Find-Myself speech.)
*Sigh*
Honestly, I can't seem to find the words that will put a decent ending to this blog. I guess I'll just have to put my two cents in the matter: It no longer matter who gets to do better in the guilt-trip department, who moves on first, however did one cope with the break-up (Yes, break-up sex included, for some. *wink*), nor which party was right or at fault in the first place. What’s important is that at the end of the whole ordeal, a person gets to have himself back together again and say to himself, "Yeah, I guess I'm a little wiser now."
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