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The Art of Moving on.

When I was younger, a time in the more distant past, I considered myself quite the hoarder. I would collect items such as old tickets or toys that reminded me of old friends or fond memories.

It was my way of keeping in touch with the things I’d felt I’d lost.

But one day I realised that the truly precious things never really leave you, lessons that you properly learn remain in your heart for an eternity, and your experiences shape you into the person you are.

If the truly precious things are always with you, then I thought you don’t need to feel upset over a lost momento.

I realised that the truly strong can throw those things away and still keep moving forward no matter what.

That’s why the present me, doesn’t remain caught up in the matters of the past but can easily (well after a bit of time leave matters in the past).

I am someone training in the ‘Art of Moving on’ .

This art is more useful and necessary in life than you’d think. It gives you the ability to forgive, to persevere and to value yourself.

The reason why I was never the kid who furiously cried over bad grades and setbacks. The reason I will never be that suicide jumper in front of a train or that individual being walked over and taken advantage of is because of this art of moving on.

At first it was simply letting go of unnecessary items but then it became letting go of regrets, letting go of restraints and beginning to value myself.

The Art of Moving on allows you to be someone that is never held back from the painful things in life, but can grow and move forward from it. Untethered, always able to try your best and be free.

Although I can’t claim to be a person that isn’t unaffected by sad events. I do have regrets and fears but I don’t let them hold me back from being happy. I use them to evolve myself into a better me each day.

I hope you’ve somewhat understood what I’ve meant by this post.

During the year of 2017 I faced some challenges with personal relationships and school work but I’ve been able to persevere through them by moving past them. And in this year of 2018 I aim to continue using this art of ‘moving on’ and getting past issues and become a stronger person.

Thank you for reading ‘The Art of Moving On’.

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Flash Fiction, The adventures of Max

Fated to be

Max reached his hand out to grab a Haribo packet from the top shelf, yet as his hand touched the sweet packet so did a hand belonging to someone else. Max pulled with all his might, ‘This is the last packet.” he thought, ‘There is no way I’m giving this up, I need to fuel my sweet addiction for today.’

Max turned to face the owner of the hand which was attempting to steal his sweets. Just as he was about to angrily yell ‘try another store’ he was stunned into silence.

“Max, is that you!?” exclaimed the owner of the hand, “Oh my God!! It’s me Tyler! Don’t you remember me!”

Max gasped, how could he forget. It was Tyler his best friend, or more like former best friend. They had gone to the same school since they were young, they had been neighbours, their parents had been friends, they even shared the same birthday. However, Tyler moved away with his family abroad, and Max had been left all alone.

They had exchanged letters but eventually they both got tired of sending them. Now Max was a University Student living in his student accommodation. He had long since believed that they would never meet again, in fact he assumed Tyler had forgotten about him entirely. Yet here they met in an old, run down corner store, like fate was pulling them together.

“Tyler I can’t believe this.”

“What are the chances that we would meet like this Max!”

“Well I always said we were fated to be—”

“Fated to be best friends!!”

 

This is a short 260 word flash-fiction piece I was going to enter into a competition but I ended up submitting a different one instead. This story is also my own secret aspiration, there are a few friends that I have completely lost touch with that I would love to meet again. So I really emphasise with Max. I hope you enjoyed reading this.

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