Sunday, March 29, 2015

Letting Go.

"The only thing that needed protecting is destroyed. My heart." -Snow White (OUAT S01E10)

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A few days earlier, I woke up early, because I had to do my laundry. I picked up my clothes from the washing machine, put them in the laundry basket, and brought them to the table. Carefully picked one by one, and slipped a hanger on. I was wondering what time it was, and wanted to budget my time to finish up my laundry, shower, put my make up on, and get ready for class. 

So I picked up my watch from the table. It showed that I had more or less 45 more minutes to get ready, more than enough. And I put the watch back down, picked up my clothes, and headed outside to hang my clothes on the line.

I came back inside, had my shower, and got ready with my make up on. One last thing, my watch.

I went to the table. Gone. My newly bought watch was gone. I left nothing on the table unturned. Books, glasses, files, everything. The kids tried to help. They were searching in between the couch, underneath the chair, the table, in between spaces. Everywhere. And it was gone. 10 minutes before my class started, and my watch was gone.

What a good way to start my day.

I had a terrible time trying to hide my annoyance, my bad mood, and frankly, I'm not that good at hiding my emotions, am I?

So I went back home during lunch hour. And we tried to find it again, Sadly, to no avail. Imah stopped searching, but I was still restless.

"You have to stop searching for it. Trust me, the more you try to search for it, the more it'll stay gone."

So I stopped searching and went to sleep. 15 minutes before 2, Imah woke me up to get ready for 2 o'clock classes. I woke up and took a deep breath. Shut my eyes and thought "Let it go, Azreen. Let it go." And opened them.

"Azreen.." I heard Imah calling me from the outside and I went to the living room, seeing Imah pointing out to something. I stepped closer. And there it was.. My watch.

And then it was like the universe was trying to give me a sign. It's time to let go. (Pun intended)

Try your hardest. Give it your best shot. And if it doesn't work out, let it go. I know it hurts like fuck, but you just have to let it go. Because the more you try to hold on to it, the more you'll get yourself hurt, from the waiting, the crushed hopes. Let it go, and if it was meant to be, sooner or later, it'll come back. It's like what they always say "If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, it's yours. If it doesn't, then it was never meant to be."

I know it's not a very good article. But there you have it, the sign the universe gave me.

Toodles.





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