Moving on

Everyday we are alive can be a miracle.
from the movie Premonition.

I have somehow realised the value of moving on. As life says, play along.
From a philosophical point of view, this can be viewed as the clutter-free way of pursuing life in which one blanks out all the worries in life and takes each day as it comes. I never believed this was possible. But with age and experience, I can see that much is possible.
Just as it is possible to be duped by a street astrologer, even as heart believes him to be conscience-driven, like RK Narayan's eternal astrologer, who returns home on a lucky day with massive earnings, and also with guilt that it was raised with lies and a false identity.
There is seldom any goodness left in trusting randomness, and its fallen victims, and faith is the biggest folly. The more you trust, the more you are deceived. But should you care? No. For life is largely about experienes, bitter-sweet, like love and longing.
Do not seek permanence. Life is not literature that you could hope to churn out a classic for readers' delight, and it changes, unlike the gradually emerging wrinkles under your eyes.
Seek joy instead, and clarity to see though the immediate burst of joy in your heart to find pain and a message that this too shall pass. Learn, like you must, to accept things as they come and gracefully seek an exit towards newness of experiences.
Do not hold on to past, frayed relics of love and desires; invent new subjects to feel strongly about. It could be as trivial as your new boots or new books, or profound stupidities for finding new friends, or a poetry club that lets you read your poems without shame or a dance class in the neighbourhood where no one laughs at your two left feet.
But as you move on, should you not be human to feel pained with remebrance of innocence past? When I fell in love, with many men and women in my life and expected them to last, each one of them hurt my faith before they left. They also chained and liberated my thoughts, like strange control-freaks, with little consideration for my blinded love.
But what I once considered the breaking down of my self into pieces, became the single-most defining point for my freedom.
As Gulzar says:

Aise bikhre hain raat din jaise
motiyon wala haar toot gaya
tumne mujhe piro kar rakha tha.

and translated by Pavan K Varma:

Like a broken necklace of pearls
my days and nights lie scattered around
you had kept me strung together