Day 1
Today, I went home to the smell of newly cut grasses and foggy atmosphere. Everything seemed to adopt to my emotions. I could hear the crickets, I could hear the sound from afar. And from where I walk, I could see the sunset and it gives me the gloomy feeling yet again.
Everything was so quiet that Noah, our family dog, already began barking at the sound of my footsteps even when I was meters away from the house.
It used to be that Noah is not the only one waiting for my return.
As I walk, I feel the weight of my shoulders drown upon me again. It’s a different feeling, walking home to see no one waiting for me. It’s like I wanted to stay at some place else to not feel the agony.
When you’ve done something for so long that it has become a part of your system, a part of you dies with it the moment you choose to let it go. And no matter how hard you try to convince yourself that you’re ready to let it all go, there’s still that small voice inside your head that tells you to hold on.
Really, when do you let go of something? Do you let go when it hurts so bad, or do you hold on til it hurts no more? Do you let go when you find something is wrong, or do you hold on to wait til it gets right?
What if holding on is killing you inch by inch but letting go kills you in an instant?
How would you live?
