How do you forget someone you love? How do you forget someone who makes us miss and remember what costs us more to live? When someone goes away suddenly, how do we stay? When someone dies, when someone separates - how do you do when the person you need is no longer there?
People have to die; love has to end. People have to leave, the sites have to stay away from each other, and times have to change. Yeah, but how is it done? How to forget? Slowly. You need to slowly forget. If a person tries to forget suddenly, the other can get with you forever. You can put up eviction proceedings for who you have in the heart, make the biggest scandals, dealing with major problems but cannot suddenly dump. They do not go there. Stupid! We must endure.
Nobody is for that, but we must endure. The first part of any healing is to accept that you're sick. It takes patience. What's worse is that we live immediate times in that nobody can handle anything. Nobody can handle the pain. Of head or of heart. No one can stand to be sad. Nobody can stay alone. Everybody takes advices or tablets.
It is wanted escapes and alternatives. But the sorrow must pass saddening yourself. You cannot forget someone before finishing reminding him. Who seeks to avoid the grief, extends the time-and dishonor the soul. The longing is a pain that can pass after duly pained, duly honored. It's a pain that you have to accept, first, accept.
You need to accept this pain, this grief, which shatters the heart and really grind us and that gives us finish of the judgment. You must accept love and death, separation and sadness, lack of logic, lack of justice, and lack of solution. How many world problems would be less burdensome if we have only the weight of itself, or saying better if we got rid of them the load, accepting that have no solution.
It's no use to run away with the tail of the syringe. Often there is no syringe. Neither injection. Neither remedy. Neither sure knowledge of the disease that we suffer. Often there is only a needle.
It is said to us, to forget, to occupy the head, to work harder, to distract the view, for fun more, but how much more we ran, more we have to face later. Everything is waiting for us.
Accumulate in us, all in the soul, everything gets messy. Forgetting does not have art. The moments of forgetfulness, achieved at great cost, with pills and friends and books and glasses, after are paid in painful memories to double. To forget you have to let your heart run of memory in memory, hoping it gets tired.