"Moving on" is possibly the most gradual irreversible process
Moving on isn't a one-day event. It's not like you wake up one fine morning and you realise that you have moved on from something or someone and go about your life unperturbed. In fact I feel, it's possibly the most gradual irreversible process. It's not even a steady one to say the least. You feel the chaos thinning out but at imperceptible speed. The knot in your chest loosens for sure, but one string at a time. Your mind, though absolutely unwilling, yet it slowly starts wandering beyond its own prison cell and deliver contingency plans to drill your escape route out of your misery. Initially, it seems strenuous to put all these together and at the same time pull yourself out of the sole comfort of your bed, but then, bit by bit, the strain required earlier, wears off, and it becomes nearly effortless to go about your day. Sorely, yes, but the hurt starts healing. You finally start caring less. You actually feel all of these happening within yourself. Now, the plus. You see yourself grow by picking yourself up and remaking from pieces, grow out of your constraints and make peace with your distress. The journey makes you stronger, and you become a more confident person. Rushing never helps here. It yields nothing but vulnerability. Instead, the patience, to let time take its own track, helps. The longer you take to move on, the more difficulties you face during the course of actions in the process of healing. However, at the same time, the more irrevocable your state becomes and that's the best part of it all. You emerge out as someone you had no idea you were capable of becoming and there lies the victory.