Life happens. Shit happens. The only choice you're left with is to move on. After a divorce and losing the love of my life I have now moved continents to start afresh again. Some people ask, did you move to forget him? or did you move in search of a new love? or did you move so you could fulfill unfulfilled ambitions? My answer is, none of the above. I moved so I could live again. When you devote your life to a relationship for 10 years and every waking moment is spent in the thought of the well being of that better half, life becomes a void when you are left alone. I never expected myself to stay alive and get through it. I didn't think I had it in me to stand up, face social drama and start the journey again. For the first time since I got divorced I now sit in a tiny beautiful studio all alone and wonder how I feel. The feeling I have is of sheer pride. I am proud of myself that I chose to move on, take risks and live again whilst constantly wishing luck and happiness to the foregone past. I am proud that I chose the path less travelled and came out fine. Surely the experience has made me smarter, more alert, vary of relationships, how soon I trust people and of course the stability of relationships. All in all I've learnt a few lessons and some deep enough to leave me scarred. When a new love knocks at my door, I will be scared. There is no doubt I will wonder if this is real or if this will last or will it crack like a piece of glass. I will find it hard to be loved again and will mostly doubt the worthiness of the relationship at every step. But to that new unknown love I will say, if you hold my hand I will hold yours. If you show trust in me, I will show ten times more trust in you and if you want to grow old with me, I will want that too. It will be reassuring to know that the journey of life was complete because of a new love.
