Somethings are meant to be.

Sometimes, we purposely dispose certain things in life thinking it was for the better. We give up on the greener grasses, thinking it is gone. It may maim us. It may seem foolish. But sometimes, we see no end to a fall, unless we terminate it. But sometime after, we may start realizing our strengths. Perhaps the control was gained from giving up on the loss. Perhaps it was the change, that forced us to find something about ourselves we never knew.

But things will never be the same.

The same, as life was, before our decision to dispose of what we thought was for the better.

We will reminisce the beauty in once upon a memory. We may wonder away at what life may be had things been much different. We may regret and want to turn back time. Or we may be happy to have figured out that we made through life on our own

The fate that lies in the future. Whether it be that we regret or not, lies within weighing the factor of disposal. Some things are meant to be kept and some things are meant to be broken.

Funny thing is, sometimes, we surprise ourselves by holding on too.