I had a conversation with a friend and this how it goes.
Friend: He left me. (Sobbing)
Me: My mom died three weeks ago. (Smiled)
Me: Perception. I guess.
I think the way we perceive things makes the difference. Most of the time, I keep things to myself because how I see things differs from others’ point of view and they have a hard time understanding.
It’s not about acceptance. It’s how we deal with the process. Sometimes, people are focused as to what was lost instead of what was gained. That it’s too hard for almost everyone to realize that adversity is a channel to better the self.
Sometimes, people tend to prolong the agony because it is never easy to accept an invaluable lost. However, we have no control over people.
Love is being prepared everyday of losing a person we value and the only thing we could do is to cherish each moment that we can be with them.
Love is never needy but is grateful for all aspects inculcated in it.
People come and go, no matter how much we love them. It takes courage to find happiness in a sad situation and perseverance to become a better person afterward.
True, ending is a beginning. I feel renewed.