“The world is in a constant conspiracy against the brave. It’s the age-old struggle: the roar of the crowd on the one side, and the voice of your conscience on the other.”
– Douglas MacArthur, American five-star general during WWII
It was pitch-black outside but the stars were out, revealing a vast sky with thousands of little white dots twinkling into a dark abyss that only God himself could have created. It was cold, and it was quiet. It was seemingly only me and the rest of the universe above me that seemed too big, dark, and beautiful to understand.
I was in my parent’s field in the middle of the country, and had a lot on my mind. “Why had the girl I loved left me? What had I done wrong? What could I have done different?” I walked on, farther into the dark countryside with my own thoughts.
I continued to think, to contemplate where I was in my life, and to try to understand myself. I walked farther and farther in the field feeling the cold air go into my lungs, and go out. I felt sorry for myself for a moment, then felt angry, then felt confused. There were a mix of emotions within me that I couldn’t even comprehend, but I knew I was at least thankful to have this lonely, quiet, solitary place to retreat to in complicated times of my life when I needed to think.
I had walked and ran for hours, when finally, I decided to go back inside my house and eat dinner and go to bed.
There was no better feeling on that cold winter night than opening the door and turning on the indoor fireplace, while eating my dinner of plain beans and rice. Having an escape from the bitter cold outside while eating beside the fire listening to coyotes howl outside in the countryside proved to be almost therapeutic. Before going to sleep from exhaustion from all the walking and running outside in the bitter cold I looked at my ex-girlfriend’s social media.
She posted a picture and was talking about her boyfriend, and I couldn’t help but feel a little twinge of pain in my chest when she talked about him the same way she would have talked about me. I had officially been replaced and seemingly forgotten about, but I noticed something different about myself. I noticed that I didn’t seem to care as much, and it seemingly didn’t hurt as bad that the girl I once loved and cared about more than anything in the universe had permanently moved on, and replaced me as easily as if someone were replacing a toy. If I had seen the same words from her on the screen one year ago, it would have hurt a lot worse. I now knew that I was moving on, slowly but surely, because seeing things like that about my ex-girlfriend didn’t hurt as much. I felt a twinge of hurt as well as a twinge of sadness, because the more I moved on from my girlfriend, the farther away she felt.
If you have been broken up with and you feel like you have trouble moving on, then maybe try what I did. Maybe go to someplace alone where you can think. Maybe take a walk, and think some more. Maybe go home and make your own dinner, and think some more. We as humans are very complicated creatures. Sometimes all it takes to figure ourselves out are very simple measures.
Being alone doesn’t mean you have to lonely, or even miserable. It means you get to spend time with yourself and think about your problems, how you can move on to bigger and better things, and how you can accomplish your goals. Then you can reflect upon where you are in the future, and maybe you too, will see, that you don’t hurt as much, and there is a bright sunrise up ahead.
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