Is letting go a sign of weakness? Or a sign of strength? Is it the easy way out, or giving someone else the chance to get out? The best intentions are often plagued with fallacy and misery. Where do we draw the line between letting someone go because we love, or holding them back because we need their love?

Life is full of losses and gains, it is up to us to choose that to give up and what to keep, and I believe that’s what matters in the end: the ability to see the values in intangible things. The choices we are given bring us more pain than freedom. We complain when there’s too much, when there’s too little, or when the choices are not of our desire. Have you ever put too much cereal into your bowl and realized that it’s impossible to scoop without spilling? Personally, I’d empty it out into a new and bigger bowl and start over. Like the cereal, the more choices we are presented with, the harder it is for us to get to the right one. A cup of hot tea or coffee represents the moment where we rush into the decision making process without much thought, and we end up burning ourselves and not being able to taste the good stuff. Let it cool down, only then would we be ready to face the situation at hand.

When do sacrifices become selfish? Saving a loved one against his or her will just just bad as destroying ourselves for those who do not wish for it. The decision should be mutual, not one sided. But some how our nature prevents us from realizing that, and the choices we make for others are done in vain, and everyone suffers. We try to take on the responsibility of caring for someone as though we are the savior, the hero, the protector that everyone turns to when things go wrong. We make it seem as though our strength and love are infinite, but in the end we disappoint others, and we are forced to abandon them and taking all their hope away. We make promises we knew we couldn’t keep but we expect others to forgive and forget.

Forever ago, she loved me enough to let me go. Today, I loved another enough to let her go. I took a love and turned it into hatred, and it’s the choice I’ll have to live with. I couldn’t love her like I said I would, and before it gets to the point where I hate her, I have to give her up, I have to let her go, and I have to walk away. She must lose me before I take all she has to offer, and that I couldn’t live with.

This is the wrong kind of good bye. It’s the last I’ll ever say.