6 Months Felt Like a Heartbeat and a Lifetime
Love is bittersweet melancholy at its finest—the beauty of finding someone and the terror of losing them in a second. More than anything, I fear love.
Is loving someone and losing them a waste of time? I assume.
But not everyone who enters our life is meant to stay forever, even if we love them deeply. Some people are meant to teach us lessons and make us a better version of ourselves. Futile as it may seem, it is the reality.
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And sometimes, life reminds us that it is meant to be experienced, not merely endured. Even if we fervently love someone more than our senses.
Life carries a profound truth—it's unpredictable and fleeting. Our time is limited, but that is not exactly what makes every moment memorable. It is perhaps the failures, heartbreaks, or loss and finally reaching the end of life, knowing we never regret anything.
“Just live well. Just live.” — Jojo Moyes
“Push yourself, Clark. Just a Little.” Sometimes, the biggest thing holding us back isn’t our circumstances—it's our fear of the unknown. You only have one life, Clark. One life.
The true art role of love is letting go of someone or something, even if those choices will break us seethe.
It reminds us that maybe love is not always about holding on; sometimes it is about letting go—choosing to let go. Thinking of them for a lifetime.
