THE ART OF LETTING GO...Can You tell how?
By anne0418
@anne0418 (268)
Philippines
October 28, 2008 11:37pm CST
One of the reasons why people get so sentimental,its because memories are the only things that don't change,when everything else does.There are things in life that you can't hold on forever,no matter how much you fight for it.Sometimes destiny isn't always good,it becomes playful.When you meet someone you learned to love,you thought that it was destiny who made you paths cross,but what if making you paths cross is just only a part of the game that the playful destiny create?.Making you realezed that the person you thought that was destined for you,wasn't really meant to stay,but only destined to make you feel love and leave you when you already fallen...How can you handle such situation?Is there really the art of letting go so that things are still the same the way it used to be,can you tell how?Thanks!!!
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2 responses
@joy4you (641)
• India
29 Oct 08
Unfortunately it is not possible to selectively erase the bad memories and keep the good ones but it is possible to stop yourself from constantly thinking about he past and becoming depressed and miserable. Every incident in life wether good or bad leaves it's mark in our lives and mind and we owe it to ourselves to learn from these experiences, not repeat the same mistakes and move on. Hanging on to the past just drags you down and stops you from enjoying your present and future life. One needs to keep an open mind, think positive and have the willingness to accept change. Believe in God and those that love you. You don't know what destiny is until you have lived your entire life.
@lovecindyhe (69)
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29 Oct 08
Easy to say, hard to do. I don't know how to handle, but I'm optimistic, I believe time will heal everything. You should have a positive attitude, look on the bright side. Sometimes destiny is playful, but it's fair. You don't need to think that things are still the same, everything is changing, including you. Don't worry. Good luck.
