bad memories

Letting go… is like getting a tooth pulled out by a dentist. Pull it out, you’re relieved. But how many times does your tongue run itself over the spot where the tooth once was? Probably a hundred times a day. Just because it wasn’t hurting you doesn’t mean you don’t notice it. It leaves a gap and sometimes you see yourself missing it. It’s going to take a while, but it takes time… Should you have kept the tooth? No, because it was causing you so much pain….”

In reality, bad things are the most difficult memory to let go. If only possible, I will make as many good memories as I can and avoid all the bad memories that will come my way but still, it’s a part of life. It is a necessary part in molding me to become a better person someday so instead of being sorry for having those bad memories, I’ll just accept the fact that it’s over, done, finished, gone forever and that I have to move on and make this life more enjoyable because good things follow when life is seen in an optimistic way.

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About Shayne Zalameda

Shayne Zalameda is Misstache. She adores eating, traveling, attending events, and watching films. She likes to omit adjectives and is fascinated with ironies. As much as possible, she tries to avoid the word "very". Sometimes she easily forget things. More on http://LeMisstache.com
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2 Responses to bad memories

  1. lissa says:

    i love the quote. i’ve going through this whole little battle with letting go, but i think i finally won. 🙂

  2. penpenpenpen says:

    good for you lissa. 🙂

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