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If moving on is…
Successfully boarding a crowded train and letting people jostle you around, till you are finally pushed out at your destination,
Then yes, I’ve moved on.

If moving on is…
Convincing yourself and others that you’ve let go of bygones, only to get awakened in the middle of every night by the very same ‘bygones’,
Then yes, I’ve moved on.

If moving on is…
Holding back all your emotions just so that you get to a point where you CAN vent it out, but you WOULDN’T,
Then yes, I’ve moved on.

If moving on is…
Leaving behind the people you know and connect with, in order to be constantly surrounded by the unknowns and the shallow (while calling them challenges),
Then yes, I’ve moved on.

If moving on is…
Catching hold of a beautiful memory, and wringing it by it’s neck, simultaneously playing the role of ‘the tormentor’ and ‘the tormented’,
Then yes, I’ve moved on.

If moving on is…
Buying and living with all the luxuries you’ve ever dreamed of, while having not a soul to share them with,
Then yes, I’ve moved on.

If moving on is…
Laughing at yourself before others, and then secretly sniffling away when no-one’s watching,
Then yes, I’ve moved on.

If moving on is…
Praying hard for something, getting it, and then wondering why you wished for it in the first place,
Then yes, I’ve moved on.

In this game of moving on, I’ve come so far ahead that when I turn to look back, all I see is an ocean of smoldering lava (which used to once be an enchanting lake), now billowy and untraversable.

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