With half-filled boxes scattered around the apartment, sometimes it can be hard to prevent the mind wandering into the reaches of where things went wrong in the previous relationship. Breakups are not an easy thing to get through by any means, and the toughest part has seemed to be putting life back together—one box at a time. I began to finally come to the acceptance that the last relationship I was in failed, for it could best be described as the right people, the right place, and the wrong season of life. So I begin to digest and formulate a plan for what is going to be next in my life, and so far it all starts with reorganizing the whole apartment.
It started a couple days ago when I couldn’t smell Her in the pillows or blankets, and I used the last of the body wash that she left: the moment came and went like a brisk wind in the spring. Although epiphany’s are exciting at first because, now, there is a new found passion for whatever has come to mind, what will always be left after the moment has come and gone is going to be moving your feet—or in my case rearranging an apartment. I needed to put the shower curtain on, rearrange the walk-in closet, and finally put away the boxes of books.
The shower curtain wasn’t too hard of a job for a guy who lacks certain qualities in the handyman department, yet this led to me cleaning the bathroom with a fervor that rivals most athletes mid competition. I still have no idea why this came about, nor do I really want to know the reasons behind it. The walk-in was a mess unto itself and could warrant another post on my abhorring nature of the laundry machine and its evil side-kick the dryer; I digress, I folded and hung up pants, made sure the socks were neatly tied together, and made the bed. Like a said before, it was time to start picking up the mess—inwardly and exteriorly.
Much like how things fell apart in the apartment after the breakup, so were my emotions. Ceaselessly being tormented by the introspective nature that resides within all of humanity, I kept struggling to understand where the fractures in the relationship really began. So many questions plagued my mind; subsequently, the peace I was seeking was not allowed to penetrate the busyness that was consuming my thought process. Joy was always there waiting to be invited to the heart, yet I was knocking on the doors of compulsiveness and justification; alas, the joy and peace just take time to slowly seep into our hearts minds after a breakup, for as we are torn by the emotional battlefield our hope is there waiting patiently mend us up---and slowly began to rearrange our lives for the better.
