The Final Dance
She never spoke to me,
And all I could talk about was her.
She moved on in front of me,
And even after years, I haven’t.
People ask me why I started writing these broken blogs now, after 5 years,
And that, my friend, kept me wondering the same. Then it clicked: maybe my mind never left 2018.
Now that I'm here, living alone, my mind is finally coming back to reality—maybe it's processing or trying to move on from that heartbreak.
I think the problem with men in love is that they want to replicate exactly how they once felt.
By the time they realize they've lost that feeling, it’s too late.
And it’s not coming back. That feeling, that want—it’s strange.
But then I remembered something.
It’s rightfully quoted in the Bhagavad Gita, Chapter 2, Verse 27:
"jātasya hi dhruvo mṛityur dhruvaṁ janma mṛitasya cha
tasmād aparihārye ’rthe na tvaṁ śhochitum arhasi"
Death is certain for one who has been born, and rebirth is inevitable for one who has died.
Therefore, you should not lament over the inevitable.
This quote has a deeper meaning. It’s not just about human life but also emotions.
Like love—if love is created, it’s certain that it will die, but it’s also certain that it will be created again, perhaps in a different situation.
And there’s nothing to be sad about because it’s inevitable.
I realized that today after all these years, and for those reading this, don't follow this path.
You’ll lose yourself in a way that you’ll never find again.
Today, I’m in a situation where that feeling of brokenness is attached to me.
I’m trying to detach it, but it’s very difficult.
But I’m still trying, and I will keep trying.
Maybe someday I’ll find love again, and it will help me.
But on the other hand, I’ve given up on love. Internally, I just want to be a successful man and a single dad.
Love messed me up once, and I’m afraid it can do that again.
But what if I’m just a coward who’s not ready to accept the fact that the old feeling isn’t coming back?
And maybe I’m just afraid that when it does come back, it will be different, and I’ll forget the old feeling—that's not what I want.
Now the question is, how?
How do people move on?
How do people just leave and continue with their lives?
How do people date five different people in just one year?
I think the answer to the first two questions is that people are either strong or they know how to suppress their feelings.
And for the third question, in my first blog, I quoted that "Modern love is not love, it’s lust."
This will be my last blog.
The final dance around the person who broke me and the person I once loved.
I can’t hate them, but I can’t love them either.
Now they are the past, and I am the present.
And all I could talk about was her.
She moved on in front of me,
And even after years, I haven’t.
People ask me why I started writing these broken blogs now, after 5 years,
And that, my friend, kept me wondering the same. Then it clicked: maybe my mind never left 2018.
Now that I'm here, living alone, my mind is finally coming back to reality—maybe it's processing or trying to move on from that heartbreak.
I think the problem with men in love is that they want to replicate exactly how they once felt.
By the time they realize they've lost that feeling, it’s too late.
And it’s not coming back. That feeling, that want—it’s strange.
But then I remembered something.
It’s rightfully quoted in the Bhagavad Gita, Chapter 2, Verse 27:
"jātasya hi dhruvo mṛityur dhruvaṁ janma mṛitasya cha
tasmād aparihārye ’rthe na tvaṁ śhochitum arhasi"
Death is certain for one who has been born, and rebirth is inevitable for one who has died.
Therefore, you should not lament over the inevitable.
This quote has a deeper meaning. It’s not just about human life but also emotions.
Like love—if love is created, it’s certain that it will die, but it’s also certain that it will be created again, perhaps in a different situation.
And there’s nothing to be sad about because it’s inevitable.
I realized that today after all these years, and for those reading this, don't follow this path.
You’ll lose yourself in a way that you’ll never find again.
Today, I’m in a situation where that feeling of brokenness is attached to me.
I’m trying to detach it, but it’s very difficult.
But I’m still trying, and I will keep trying.
Maybe someday I’ll find love again, and it will help me.
But on the other hand, I’ve given up on love. Internally, I just want to be a successful man and a single dad.
Love messed me up once, and I’m afraid it can do that again.
But what if I’m just a coward who’s not ready to accept the fact that the old feeling isn’t coming back?
And maybe I’m just afraid that when it does come back, it will be different, and I’ll forget the old feeling—that's not what I want.
Now the question is, how?
How do people move on?
How do people just leave and continue with their lives?
How do people date five different people in just one year?
I think the answer to the first two questions is that people are either strong or they know how to suppress their feelings.
And for the third question, in my first blog, I quoted that "Modern love is not love, it’s lust."
This will be my last blog.
The final dance around the person who broke me and the person I once loved.
I can’t hate them, but I can’t love them either.
Now they are the past, and I am the present.
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