An ode to the people who are able to move on.
That’s right I said it. I am
paying homage to girls, who after trials that were far too long and
tribulations that shouldn’t have ever happened, are still able to pick up their
rentals and keep moving forward. But sadly me as an individual, me as a girl in
this world where moving on is important, me as an aggressive past holder, me as
a girl who can’t fathom the idea of moving on and just letting go, me as a girl
who just can’t put out enough effort to move on.“I’ll be over it in a few” means that this
too shall pass, but for me and probably a couple of other people out there, it will
never pass.
In school, you’re supposed to
learn all aspects of adult life. You’re supposed to learn how to grow up, pick
a career, and charge head forward into your new life as an adult in society.
But after three years of high school and all my years in grade school, I have
yet to learn and get tested on how to move on. I mean I learned how to change a
diaper in English class, but God forbid I learn the art of letting go and letting
nature do all of the work. I thought, maybe, after taking classes on social
interactions, community creation and human involvement, learning how to move on
would have been taught. But sadly, I haven’t learned the slightest idea on how
to move on. Even my parents, God bless their beautiful souls, struggle with
moving on and being their fourth daughter, I think that’s one aspect I wish I
was taught, explained, showed, and educated on. My parents have taught me the
world and so have my teachers, I just wish moving on was a part of the
curriculum.
To the girls that are able to
move on, I praise all of you. Seriously I do. You have defied all odds, all trials,
and all unforeseen circumstances to be where you are in life. You have reached a point of self-acceptance where the past doesn't hold hurt or hold you back. I’m proud that
all of you are able to still wake up and be happy even though it probably still
hurts sometimes. All of you have been put down by your boyfriends, parents,
friends, and life, but all of you have survived and moved onto a bright present and better future. I'm happy girls like this exist in this world. I'm happy that even you
know you can’t be a strong enough person sometimes, you can be the girl who can
smile while tears roll down your cheeks, you can be the girl to let go and only see the present, not the past. Thanks for being so
strong for all of us out their struggling with moving on, you guys are my
heroes.
To the girls that aren’t able
to move on, I praise you. Seriously I praise you. I praise you because I am
still in the same boat. Whatever you guys are going through, I understand
completely. Moving on is something I’m just not strong enough to do right now.
I could run all the way to China, but I can’t forget what people have done to
me. I wish I had the strength and courage to just let go and move on and be the
strong person I know I can be, but there’s something inside of me that won’t
let me grow as a person. But I am happy that girls out their struggle with
moving on. I’m happy that girls are okay with the tears falling onto their
cheeks, I’m happy that girls are able to admit that they can’t get over
something that has devastated them so deeply. It just takes some
time and maybe some ice cream filled nights and some tight hugs from mom.
Thanks for being strong enough to admit moving on is difficult, your guys are
my heroes.
Here’s to the girls that can be
knocked down and still be a badass.
Here’s to the girls that can be
admit their weak points and still be a badass.
I’m rooting for all of you.
