When is the right time to move on...

    Or, when is the time to make the decision whether to stay or to leave. Most of us would refer to these questions within the frame of companionship. Relationships confined within the boundaries of just one person. However, these words carry importance in every relationship in our life. Family, friends, mentors, guides, colleagues or companions. Every relation passes through this realm of doubt at one point or the other. Though most of the times we see it only with respect to the our romantic love partner.

    Talking of love, when is the time when we need to decide between a friend and a lover. And whom do we leave this decision with. Is it entirely dependent on us, as it should be, or is the thought camouflaged by the opinion of those around us. And more importantly, are we emotionally strong enough to make this decision and stand by it. Or ready to face the consequences, good or bad, that are to come. We never seem to be having an answer to it. We make mistakes. We learn from them. But when does the time come when we came sincerely look back at the past and move ahead with a smile, instead of a sigh. Sometimes the opportunity is right there in front of us. But we lose the sight to recognize it. 

    Time gives us many moments when we can bury the past and move forward. It is us who choose to delay. Maybe unknowing though, but we are the ones to cause the delay. And what is it that stops us. That one thing that makes us cling and never let go. It’s that thread of attachment that keeps us holding on. And this thread that I talk of may seem thin and vulnerable, but it is so strong that it can even stay on for our entire lifetime. It’s made of all those moments that leave behind their ineradicable footprints. Certain things that can't be defined within the realm of words. But just as it seems impossible to leave those ties, we slowly and gradually start forming new ones. Not that this makes the old one any weaker, but maybe visually more insignificant. 

    We as humans are a greedy lot. We want the best of both worlds. We crave for attention, love and belonging. And pounce towards any object that provides us with any one of them. It is an ecstatic, blind folded run for love. And as we meet different people here, we stumble, we fall. We rise back and start the hunt. Sometimes we fail to recognize them while sometimes we let our heart win over our eyes. And this is what defines us. How many failures can we survive. And how much do we trust our instincts. How many times are we ready to stumble and rise up again. Will we let that black piece of cloth take over us or will we smile through the game and ecstatically remove the blind fold with the right win. Because in the end, it’s all about how long we can stay.