And when it shatters into a million little pieces...
Posted by Abstraction Personified
Sitting alone in your little room. Isolated from the world. Living in your very own little safe haven. Surrounded by the people whose tiny bit of existence won't matter in a couple of months from now. Except for some, of course. The only thing that keeps you connected with the actual world is the internet. Even then its up to you to ignore the world and shut it out completely or to keep in touch with it. Since ignoring the world is the best way you can escape the miseries it inflicts upon you. You choose. You choose to ignore.
Just then, you see. You see them suffering. Suffering at the hands of the people who loved them once. People they once loved. Maybe still do.
Life happens to be extremely funny. You get attached to people you never thought you were capable of remembering. There are times when you cry. You cry for them. You cry because you are helpless. Because they are helpless. Because you can't do anything for them. Because you cannot ease their pain. Because you are unable to understand the miseries they might be going through. If only you could understand that bit, it could've been different. As much as you want to drive away the sadness from their lives, you just can't.
Why? Because they are not ready to let go off it. Because they are savoring the pain. Because they've found refuge in it. While you, you are dying inside by just seeing them hold on to it.
Why? Because they are not ready to let go off it. Because they are savoring the pain. Because they've found refuge in it. While you, you are dying inside by just seeing them hold on to it.
That is exactly when it breaks. It gets crushed. Just like its been treaded upon. Crushed to tiny bits. That is when it shatters, shatters into a million little pieces.
To others it may seem that you have chosen pain. They'll tell you to let go and move on. What they don't understand is the fact that the memories are too valuable and too sacred to be treaded upon. They mean so much that one does not want to make anymore memories of that sort with anybody else. No am not talking about living in the past. That IS absurd and folly. I am talking about honoring the memories. Some memories when lived demand our respect. Some memories are too sacred to be lived again with somebody else. For what may seem to others as pain, is actually the joy and those happy memories which one doesn't want to let go of. They become your strength. Moving on is important. There is no denying that. But, where do you move on and where do you stand and fight. That is the question we all need to answer. For me, love is worth fighting for. I'll fight for my love and for your love. I'll fight to the very end. That is one stand that i wont back down from!!
ReplyDeleteWhile I know myself as a creation of God, I am also obligated to realize and remember that everyone else and everything else are also God's creation.! Never forget.!
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