How does one move on?
How does one learn to let go of the past that so desperately haunts them?
How do we let go of the pain that made us, ‘us’?
Who am I without that pain?
If that pain amounts to nothing in the end, why did I endure it?
If I am supposed to simply ‘move on’ then why did it happen?
If I don't make myself ‘someone’ after everything I've been through, then what was the point?
I have spent years of my life searching for that reason.
I have looked for it in every person I've met, every movie I've watched, every book I've read, and every song I've played on repeat.
I’ve searched every monologue, every line, every lyric.
Maybe I'll never know the reason.
Maybe I'm not supposed to know.
But I want to know.
I need to know.
