Of Moving On and Priority Numbers

                 

  I got my prio number, it's 112. I peak at the priority number screen. It's 55. I sat on my chair waiting for forever, or what seemed like it. I was initially patient, and then I was fidgeting. An hour after, priority numbers 56 and 57 were entertained, so according to my basic Math, that's about 30 minutes of catering time per person and one entire hour of my time went to trash. In that one whole hour, I did nothing but to think of my heartbreak, the person who broke it, the severity of the pain and you know, all the following whatnot. I was stirred out of my personal torture when they called priority number 58. Woah, it took that long. Out of my "corn-filled" humor I told myself, "I am moving on gradually but these priority numbers aren't", yup, and there goes the metaphor.

                Since I figured out I'm wasting my time waiting, when apparently there are priority number speedbumps, and it's still a long, long way to go 'til 112, I went out of my way to do something essential than just preoccupying myself with the pain I have been inflicted. So yeah, I grabbed my lunch, photocopied some papers, do a couple more of errands and then head back quickly to that certain establishment and saw priority number 102 flashing on the screen, and just like a miracle or an answered prayer, I know I'm on my way there, close enough now, I've moved on and no longer stuck on the same slow pace, and yeeep, it's pretty much like moving on.

                Moving on is just like waiting for your priority number to be called. You know you'll be healed when it's about time, but the ancient-like question is "How Long?", for certain, nobody knows. We have different coping mechanisms, our wounds heal at their own pace, and just like waiting for your priority number, the first few times of moving on will be torturingly slow, you will feel like it's a really slow process, (well it is) it's like being stuck in an open area in the middle of a horrible rain and you're left with no choice but to brave the storm, and it's tough, and maybe even tougher for some, your initial concern is to get rid of the hurt that's been drowning you for days, to forget the murderer of your love and all its potential, and it's very difficult dealing with pain, but at some point you just have to let go and trust the cliché that everything bad happens for a reason.

               Time will pass, one priority number after one priority number, it is all up to you to decide on what proper interventions to execute while you are waiting for your priority number to be called, or while you are in the critical process of moving on, either you make something out of the time you have or let the pain consume you (clearly, the latter's a bad choice). You have your own share of shortcomings and mistakes of why a relationship fails, but you have to forgive yourself, further, find it in your heart to forgive him or her, devour yourself on the good memories, you have to admit that once or twice or countless times they made you happy, and out of all the bad ordeals you and him or her went through, you learned something. (: