By the time our lives complete their circle, we would all have had our hearts truly broken at least once.
We would all have felt as if our hearts had been
ripped out,
shattered,
and flung carelessly into the wind,
never to be found again.
That we were spiralling deeper and deeper each day into an endless void of despair and hopelessness,
never to love and be loved again.

For some of us, we would realise that the celestial bodies will keep on spinning - with our without us
- and hoist ourselves out from that pathetic existence and move on.

Others choose to float around in a sea of tragedy till we find an island of hope worth landing on to.

An unfortunate few get sucked further and further into the black hole, never attempting to escape it.

Why is it some people bounce back on their own two feet,
back to the way their lives once were, and move on with their journey in Life?

Why do some people choose to rely on something or someone else to pull themselves together?

Why are some people still choosing to wallow in the past, wasting away?

On one hand I have a friend who drowns herself in work, trying to numb her feelings to her sanity in a country far away
- yet never truly making effort to let them go.
She waits for something - something to end this roller coaster that she's riding:
be it his "inevitable straying" or a "better offer".

On the other hand, I have another friend who still openly loves and cares for the "love of his life" that he recently lost.
The one that "should have been", the one that will always have a place in his heart.
He's hoping that a little time on his own will help him put everything behind him - help him move on.

Me?
I have been told that I am too ruthless.
As soon as one heart is shattered, I am recklessly on the way to breaking another.
That I don't give my old flames the respect that they deserve by observing a decent mourning period in between.

Perhaps, but what is the use of holding on to something
that clearly isn't yours anymore,
clearly wasn't yours to begin with,
or clearly isn't meant to be?

Margaret Alexandria Yoong
April 21, 2003