The waiting

"“Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering.” Paulo Coelho"

My glass is half empty as I am writing this. It's been so long since I last felt this way. Hurtful, excruciating pain as I try to choose whether to wait or to forget. It's been only a couple of days since it happened but I can't seems to let go of the past. Actually it's not like I never let go, rather I was never released in the first place. Left hanging at this cliff as I try to cling on to the past, while not knowing whether would it be a better promises that tomorrow might bring. Is it worth waiting? Or I am just wasting my time trying to catch the wind with my bare hands. I am really at lost here. Am I given two choices here? And I have to pick one? Is it a clear sign that I am just too blind to see. Too afraid to see? I thought it will get better each day, but silence and emotions rivalry are killing me. What am I to do?

As I wrapping up this post, I look at the glass.





It's still half empty.