About acceptance

I saw a movie last year, and I forgot what the title was. I do remember though, there was a part in the movie where the lead actress went through her divorce and had to look through herself in the mirror and said, "I'm a widow. I'm a widow. I... am... a... widow...." (followed by heartbreaking crying scene, the world ended, everybody moved to Mars)

Acceptance is hard. I was tempted to do such a drama, looked at myself in the mirror and said, "I'm ... (you know, whatever I was in at that moment)" Is it that hard to accept things that you can't explain? Or is it that easy that you can actually make it through just by saying a couple of words to yourself in the mirror and you're ready to go afterwards?

Turning Tables

I won't let you close enough to hurt me,
I can't give you, the heart you think you gave me,
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables

Next time I'll be braver, I'll be my own savior,
Standing on my own 5-size feet...

So after listening to the ultimate break-up album,
and while crossing the street of Grand View and Venice on my way home from work,
I think I'm ready to let you go accept the fact that I have to let you go.