Moving On...

Moving on in life is the greatest lesson to be learnt. It can be the toughest thing to do or the easiest thing, if you have already gone through the tough times. I decided that it was time for change, the wind was blowing from south calling me to follow its course and lead the way of my life. When times change for worse, the better is just round the corner. As I discovered in my life recently. A very important part of moving on is leaving behind. What you leave behind is your choice, whether you want to carry forward the baggage or leave it behind you and move on clutter free. Then again, if you decide to carry it, you cannot keep trash in your back yard and then complain that your house stinks. Because it will, and that will be your choice. The baggage will pull you down and make moving on tougher. The decadence of the weight will contaminate every ounce of your effort. It is like climbing uphill with a rolling ball. I chose to leave behind for good and move on for the better. 

The tugging of your roots while you choose to move is the hardest to untangle. Your peers, could be the best well wisher with the wisest opinions and the best intentions, but if they don't work out for you and prove to be a hurdle instead, it is decision time. The basis of social unit and interdependency is epitomized by the family you grow up with, who give you your first identity in this world. Then you move on to the journey to become who you really turn out to be fighting confusion, travelling through experiences that are personal and unique to your life. These choices that you make shape you to become the person  you eventually do. You become that arrow that has been shot hoping to reach its target. They can only hope for you to return one day to your roots. But will you be the same person that they expect you to be? Are you the same one who left behind when you went away to walkabout? These hauntings faced me before moving on. The answers may not be obvious, might not even come to you, might elude you for a long time, till your journey of self-discovery come full circle.

The definition of a social unit evades your choice, you are born into it even if you choose not to be in it, you still belong to it. If  I could, I would have chosen an Upper East Side with millions in Swiss accounts or in an Italian mafia with power to control the underworld with one phone call or belong to the butterfly family which can cause a hurricane just by flapping its wings. Wings that would make moving on easier, where flying away would be an option. Forming your own self is a choice, that not many exercise. Bound by familial ties the conditioning seeps deeper in form of gratitude and responsibility. The idea that leaving is ungrateful or irresponsible is deeply conflicting in my opinion. Doing what you want to do, to seek independence or following your heart to be an independent individual is the purpose of education so why should duties compromise rights of an individual. Why should independence be seen as a threat, and moving on a tragedy? In many cases, keeping and maintaining a certain distance is a healthy way to keep the relationship embedded with sweet memories and thriving on its own. Living together under same roof under compulsion is a compromise that results in the most bitter ends, an end to peaceful cohabitation and an end of harmony. Why should my peers be obligated to accept my choices in life, and vice-versa?

An arrow that has left its bow can only hope to find  its target and the right spot. It cannot be called back neither can it be contained,  nor can it be controlled from a distance. It has moved on to find its destiny.