There is no one in this world who wants to live untouched by love. Even if you are content with staying single, there is something to be learned from your past relationships. There is always something that you can pick up from encounters and interactions that will enlighten you. And if you are like me, you might find that thinking about each past relationship as a lesson instills you with a sense of confidence. After all, if you could overcome those obstacles, doesn't that better prepare you for the next person who comes along?
“Imagine, if you will, a world scorched. The smoke trails of rockets launching and curling into the atmosphere, cloying the very air you breathe. The contaminated sting washing through your lungs as you heave your body and soul through sludge. Your skin burns from the acid rain, and your feet are so blistered that you can barely hobble your way down the streets.
Easier sang than done, learning to “let it go” is something that many people never completely figure out. The burden of holding on is almost as painful as the emotions that undoubtedly come with the release; and even if you end up liberated, the freedom is bittersweet. The truth is this: the more you invest of yourself into something that doesn’t serve you, whether that is a friendship, a partnership, relationship, or occupation, the more you weigh yourself down. You worry about the impact letting go will have on your life and theirs, along with the influence the decision will have on everyone and everything around you.
People are constantly trying to live up to some kind of expectation. These norms are not always meant to be the best thing for us, and so we get caught in a vortex of striving for success and winding up unhappy. You might feel like you have to change yourself in order to move ahead in life, that you need to cover certain scars, and smile for the camera.
The day he’d woken to find the space beside him empty and cold, and an impossible encounter with an otherworldly man, had been long. There was five days left in Stockholm at that point, and while Elise and he had already wandered the medieval alleys, visited the suburbs and marinas, and had even taken a train farther east to see Norway, there was still an endless amount of places to visit. Jack drove himself to pull on pants, a shirt, and warm outerwear to meet the blustery days and walk the circuit around the docks. Hundreds of boats were moored in the harbor, depicting a maritime history that made his mind spiral with images of raging waves, adventure, and drumbeats. It had been enough to distract him, but time and again he’d look over his shoulder, hoping to find Elise there with a camera raised, ready to shoot. Elise loved candid photography, loved capturing him unaware and wide-eyed.
Jack looked at Elise taking a drag from the cigarette, at the way the tendrils of cool, gray smoke coiled around the curve of her lips and cheeks. The skin was slightly flushed from a night of drinking, and her hair was mussed from sweat. The surroundings were thrumming. The proximity of other people, the scent of alcohol, the drone of the overhead fans, and the multilingual utterances of the patrons. It was a bombardment of the senses, yet all Jack saw was her, in all her glory.