Time is fast approaching for me, I am moving on, moving to the far east, its an exciting time, and reflective all the same when you are given a chance.
Only a few things really stand out as true events for me while in the UK for te past decade plus. And it's always revolving around the usual love and lost items you find. all so cliché and redundant.
"Forget like a child any injury done by somebody immediately. Never keep it in the heart. It kindles hatred."
- Swami Sivananda
I like coming out of the end of a period of mourning for a loved lost one, and not through death, but through parting due to differences in opinion and living habits. Often I was left with that kindred hated that Swami talks of. Its hard to avoid, you set your heart on something with love and ultimately when that love fails you feel betrayed and forgotten, like things weren't meant to go that way, like it was written in stone and you guys were meant to live together forever.
But then there is silence. And It breaks.
No doubt it takes time to move on from lost loved ones, dead or alive, just because any style of split up is equivalent to a death in terms of mourning, you did love that person deeply at one point if you have any substance about you, and you should never deny yourself that emotion, sure you may front to friends and family about yyour feelings but in the darkness and coldness of your own room, you know your feelings deep down, you know what you feel and how you felt.
