So many times i've heard that moving on doesn't mean
you forget about things but you accept what's happened
and continue living. From one side of the coin it feels
normal and healthy to do so but from the other side it
feels like containment to a secret agreement with ourselves
that allow us only to believe that we won't regret the choices
we made. Nontheless i gain some relief remembering
what my greatest love once told me.
"If you can think of beautiful goal in your life, a happy
ending, then live beautifully until that end."
I guess as long as i have life in me i will fight with all my
might to that end and if i fail at least i'll say i tried.