They say hope is important to keep one going. It keeps him centered and focused
with a certain aspiration of eventually achieve something; despite the sheer absence
of its possibilities and/or presence of obstacles and challenges.
Hope fuels persuasion and hard work but at the same time it can also prolong
agonies and sorrows. Hence, it makes one wonder, where do you draw that line
between still hoping and finally surrendering and move on?
Most of the
time, what makes moving on difficult is no longer the feelings you have or had
with the person rather it is more into one’s confrontation with change. Our attachments
with patterns and routines have chained us within the comfort zone that we have
built together with that person.
Bottomline: we
are just scared of what is ahead--- alone; that for the first time again, we are
subject to this fear of starting over and going back to square one. And regreting everything we had invested, gained and practically, enjoyed. At the end,
it makes us restless realizing that the feeling is a concoction of both that
nagging fear and concentrated frustration that chain us from something we kept
refusing to admit as over.
Sometimes, concern
to that person is no longer brought about by what many ‘believed’ to be
affection, but more of an unconscious effort of one’s sense of self-preservation
to justify hope and simply avoid change.
But before
people start identifying me more of a pessimist rather than a realist, I guess,
my point being is one needs to realize that
its no longer hope if it hurts, that it is no longer hope if the mutual journey
"now," is vaguer than its initial destination. People should know when to know if
the hope for that relationship is already exhausted and when the building of another
hope timely begins.
