When it is time to let go, I found out that PAIN could be an inspiration to move on. I guess that is the better side of pain.
This is the story of a Capricorn.
A tale of hope, betrayal, conspiracy, moving on and acceptance of destiny.
The play is over. The actor is dead. I must admit I enjoyed the Capricorn's show, but now it is over. The curtain is close and I was left all alone in my seat, clapping my hands and asking for more but there was nothing left... so pain started to whirl inside of me and it gave me the idea to stand up, get out of the hall and move on.
The end of the Capricorn was frustrating yet full of hope. The truth is, I've seen it coming right off bat. I saw the Centaur approaching the Capricorn in his most friendly way... but I know the heart of that Centaur... I can read his mind and I can feel his heart.
The Centaur wants to kill the Capricorn.
I watched the Centaur moving closer and closer to the Capricorn... I was anticipating, heart throbbing, expecting of what is about to happen between them because I was in between. Finally the Centaur stabbed the Capricorn... not once but twice... one at the back and the other at the front straight to the heart of the Capricorn.
I watched him kill the Capricorn and I don't know why, though I've almost loved the Capricorn, watching him catch his last breath and finally die made me feel happy. But when I've realized that the Capricorn is gone... I felt the pain that inspired me to move on and accept my destiny.
So I let go of the Capricorn like I let go of a kite. Letting it soar the sky but still holding on to the thread that is connected to it. That piece of long thread is my only hope that maybe, when the wind stops blowing, I could win it back... but maybe it is too late... the Centaur finally cut the thread.
Moving on with a string attached...
That is how I let go of it.
But the Centaur cut the thread... (do I have to mention it again?!)
I swear I know that destiny gave up a long time ago even before I realized that I have to do the same...
I was just too stubborn that even destiny gave up on me.
P.S.
The centaur who killed the capricorn became my BESTfriend.
P.P.S.
If you wonder why I'm blogging this... it is because I can't speak right now because the Centaur took my mouth away and for the first time I didn't mind letting go of it.
It was not what I've expected...
What I've felt...
There were no butterflies, no music, no stars.
The world did not stop, it did not even bother to move a little slower...
But I know one secret... it is called "kraps"