How to Move Forward

For a while now, I have had a growing foundation of peace and hope for my life, and my focus is upon positive potential over past loss and what I can do over what I cannot and logic over feeling.  So, it can seem that in my balance that I don't feel anything for the past or loss or such, which would be inaccurate.  It is still there, and I think it probably always will be.

There is a line down towards the end of Charlie Harper (the movie not the character) in which the two former lovers get back together to talk about the past and how their lives have moved forward, afterwards.  The two characters were having an open discussion about their past, as well.  I would recommend that everyone eventually get to this level of healing.  I have had that discussion with my 2nd ex wife of talking about mistakes that were made and overall perspectives on the relationship that has nothing to do with getting back together but everything to do with mending and laying it at rest.

Anyways, so as the two are having that discussion, the woman asks why it is that she cannot forget him, and he replies "I don't think we will forget.  We loved each other.  We will carry each other in our hearts in the future."  I might have got a few words in that quote wrong, but that is the gist and is very true.  The point of moving on is not to try to trash the other person as evil or try to forget them.  We invested a lot of  our lives in them, willingly, because we thought they were worthy.  The point is simply to turn the page.

It reminds me of a quote at the end of Mr Magorium's Wonder Emporium that I have used in the past, though it's been a while for me.  So, I will end with that quote for this blog and then probably go watch that movie.  Have a good weekend.

Mr. Edward Magorium: When King Lear dies in Act V, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He's written "He dies." That's all, nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is "He dies." It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with "He dies." And yet every time I read those two words, I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria. And I know it's only natural to be sad, but not because of the words "He dies." but because of the life we saw prior to the words.  I've lived all five of my acts, Mahoney, and I am not asking you to be happy that I must go. I'm only asking that you turn the page, continue reading... and let the next story begin. And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest "He died."

Molly Mahoney: I love you.

Mr. Edward Magorium: I love you, too.

Mr. Edward Magorium: Your life is an occasion. Rise to it.