LIFE MOVES ON.





There’s this ring I was gifted a while back. I’m not a ring person, or even a jewelry person, but given who it came from, I loved it so much.

Initially, I was uncomfortable. Well, I kept taking it off constantly, but in no time, I became addicted to it, so much so that whe
never I pulled it off, it felt like a part of me was missing.

One time, I even misplaced it and went crazy until I found it. My boss was like, “I don’t even know who owns who between you and that ring.”

Well, for some reason, I stopped wearing it recently. Though it felt awfully weird at first, it all seemed okay over time.

Yes, I could stay away from the ring that once seemed to own me because of how obsessed I was with it. And I just realized how fleeting the things we obsess over can be.

Dearest reader, life goes on. One day, you’ll wake up and realize that the very things you once obsessed over have become so basic. And guess what? You’ll be fine regardless.

The world always adjusts. It might take a bit of time, but soon enough, I’ll forget about that silly ring. And you, my dear, will let go of that not-so-significant thing you’ve been unnecessarily holding on to.



@favvy_Okwansđź–¤.


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