i couldn’t let go of anything.
People, places, events, photographs,
moments—even outcomes became objects of strong attachment.
Once let down,
I never fully recovered. I could never forget, and the break never mended.
Like a glass vase that you place on the edge of a table, once broken, the pieces never quite fit again.
I must also realize that nothing happens without a purpose.
Nothing. Not even broken hearts. Not even pain.
That broken heart and that pain are lessons and signs for me.
They are warnings that something is wrong.
They are warnings that we need to make a change.
Just like the pain of being burned is what warns us to remove our hand from the fire,
emotional pain warns us that we need to make an internal change.
Thank to the "PAIN" that went to my mind.
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