I remember having a phone conversation with a certain someone before that took forever to end, as in it literally went on for a long time because that person just dont want to get to the point. It was a call so long from long ago I cannot remember a thing we talked about but I recalled forcing this person “tell it already!” And then the B-bomb dropped and then I was quiet. I was just slapped with the painful truth.
I already knew what that call was about I just want it to be over quickly so I can finally lie down, hug my pillow, listen to the-now-annoying-breakup-songs and move on with my life. When things like this happen, one would obviously want to know the reason/s. I was told, I didn’t like it, but atleast I know and knowing perhaps is the best part.
I don’t know if that was the real reason (cue music: Adele – When We Were Young, lols) and honestly after so long I no longer want to accept any other version of that reality because after the point of acceptance, I am finally blissful. I have gone through so much emotional torture I want to reward myself with a lifetime of happiness by not knowing.
Some truths, like giving birth, is extremely painful but you can always choose how to deal with it. Option 1: you face your pain head-on, right here right now at this very moment, eventhough the pain seemed like the death of you but then one day you just wake up and it doesn’t hurt anymore. Option 2: you temporarily delay the pain which is okay because we all deserve happy in between grief. But somehow the temporary delay actually equates to a deeper cut; you heal ofcourse but its gradual. It would still hurt when its cold, even so when it rains.
I do not know how to end this and I need to sleep now so here’s a quote from JK Rowling “The truth. It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.”