Be Glad Its Over

"Be glad it's over". Should I be? Should I be glad that its over? I am thankful (indeed) that finally, I realized that it is really over. It is like having an ending to a novel that you have been writting for the longest time. Finally, it is done. You are finished writing. But at the same time, there is this feeling of sadness within; cause you know that soon you have to let it go. You have to start a new novel to write. And it scares you. You have to start again. Starting something new is the hard part; the hardest part is let go and decide to finally move on.

I know it is done. And there is nothing I can do but to move forward. Easier said than done. I know what I have to do. I am aware of what I need to do. But I don't know how to start. I am trying not to be concious of my efforts. I am not even sure if there's an effort at all. I am like a leaf hanging on the bough. Waiting for the wind to carry me. I don't care much where it will take me. For as long as I am moving.

At the moment, I am not sure how to feel (partly because I am not sure if I am still capable of feeling at all). I don't want to feel the loathe (I can't and will never the hatred to the one I loved all my life). I don't want to feel the longing; I don't want to feel the loneliness. I don't want to feel the misery, it would not change the situation.

Each day is like playing the lead role in the movie Stranger Than Fiction. There is someone telling me what to do and what not to do. There is someone telling me what to think and not what to think. There is someone telling me what to feel and not what to feel. I know that I finally had an ending for my story; but I got lost with it.

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