Closure is a personal quest. It doesn’t require someone else’s consent or blessing. It doesn’t even require someone else’s acknowledgement or awareness. The lingering feelings — be they fear, resentment, guilt, shame, or, worst of all, longing — exist in your mind. You twist and wring them out of your own thoughts and let them hang like a haze, preventing you from seeing your memories as they actually are.
Yet you don’t need anyone else’s permission to wipe that fog away and clear your own head. The only things you need are a willingness to let go and a desire to move forward.
Then it’s only a matter of when. In the future, when you look back on those periods of time that you spent dwelling and sulking and wishing, the only thing you’ll think is that it was too long. And you will be right. It doesn’t matter if it was a day, a year, or a lifetime. It’ll have been too long, and the next paragraph in your life story will begin with that time’s end.
Consider this the last page of an epilogue that dragged on much longer than it should have. Now it’s way past time, but never too late, to put my head down and get back on that grind.