The Man Who Can’t Be Moved💪🏾

So recently, there is this song stuck in my head and resonating in my heart by an Irish band, The Script. The title happens to the the name of this post. Part of the lyrics go as thus:

Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me

And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be

Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet

And you'll see me waiting for you on our corner of the street

So I'm not moving

Every single time the lead singer sang “I’m not moving” in the song and I sang along, I would say under my breath “I don move in Jesus name”. Seemed funny to me at the time but I realised today (which happens to be exactly a week ago) while dressing up for work and singing this particular song that I really wasn’t moving.

The song is about a man whose love left him and instead of moving on, he took his things to the place where they first met and camped on the street in hopes that she would come back as a result of missing him. At some point, he prayed he’d get famous for waiting for her, she’d stumble on him on the news and come back because she would know it was all for her. Seems romantic right? Well, I think it’s totally foolish.

Waiting and pinning over someone that left you is the worst thing you can do to yourself. Making strategic choices and living your life in a bid for them to return is the most stupid thing ever. That moment you choose to not do things, not because you do not want to do them but because you do not want to have to tell them you did such when “they return” so as to not get them upset, is foolish. You should always live for you. Do things that make you happy irrespective of anyone’s opinions so far you aren’t breaking the law or exploiting someone else’s rights/space/body.

Like I said above, I used to say I had moved but today I realised I really had not. I wasn’t making conscious decisions to win his love. No, I was far from doing that. I didn’t even want him back nor missing me. Instead, I was so cooped up in fear that I refused to let another remotely get close. I spent days and night convincing myself that although love was truly beautiful, it wasn’t made for me and that was perfectly fine. Some would find love and the rest of us would be that cool aunt or uncle who only had the children for a while when it was easy and as soon as they got fussy, carted them off to their parents. I had turned to a relationship counsellor of some sorts who had the right words and advices but whose life was in total shambles. I wasn’t even stuck at the place he left me. I had backtracked and gone to a totally new place. A place far worse than where he found me.

I know you all are expecting a climax of me realising my wrongs or even a motivational “I am going to make conscious decisions and move away from that place” but sorry guys. It is not happening. The only thing that will most likely occur is me belting out the “I’m not moving” with so much strength and emotions because it has come to be my new reality. The only advice I would probably give in this post is “Do not be like me”. Move on from whatever hurt you and move on indeed.

Remember, moving on requires total peace. Peace with yourself and them but most importantly, you putting that situation in your past but armed with enough life lessons from it so you do not repeat your mistakes.I wish you all the best really. Move on o!!!!! Don’t be like me.

Love and light dearies. God’s love and His light always ❤️.