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"Life is short. Life is beautiful."
Like every other beautiful thing, even this beauty has its own perks and disadvantages.
Of
all the things that we have, have you ever imagined the number of
people we meet in our lives? Or think about about the ones you've
already met. Think about that time at school where all the people that
really mattered was your friends. The fun you had while the teacher was
inside, the way the lunch boxes were empty even before the break
started, the gang-ism, the fights. Without a tension in head about the
future without these people, we just thought they were gonna stay till
the end. It all sounded so beautiful about how we would all go to the
same college, get the same job, start our own company and live happily for the rest of our lives, together. It all so wonderful and depressing at the same time to see where we started and interesting plus frightening to see where its heading towards.
Have
you ever sat back, looked up at the incident that took place in the
past few months which completely changed your view towards your well
planned future? Has it so happened that you always knew what you were
about to do with that one beautiful soul in your life but suddenly it
all gets messed up in your head? You can do nothing but wonder how
things changed and why they had to be the way they did.
Regret. Fear. Loneliness.
Regret.
For the things you did, and the things that you could have but didn't.
Instead of thinking what new to try, maybe you could have just
remembered how beautiful a thing was right in front of you. Each moment
you wasted on things you wanted to experiment, maybe, just maybe you
could have spent it with them. Yes, life is short. Days pass. Before you
can think how its gonna happen, it just happens. Right when you think
you 'will', all you would be left with is, what you 'could have'.
Fear.
Life, it is full of things that we want to happen but not so often do.
All of us have a tendency to panic when its about a change in the way we
are used to, a life we are so addicted to where even a hair that falls
makes us imagine of our life without any hair left on our head. Sounds
crazy, but true. Deep down, every thing that happens ultimately do drive
you crazy, maybe even for a second or two. Now, what do you do when the
change is about that very important person in your life who means the
world to you now? What would you do if there is a vacuum left by that
very person you thought the life was about? You fill it. You fill it
with what you get first. Fear. Yes, the fear of losing them forever. The
fear of not getting to be a part of their life like they always were.
The fear of not letting them know how much they mean to you just because
you think it matters to them no more.Loneliness. What could possibly happen when you have so many eyes looking after you and so many voices trying to light the darkest corners of your soul? Those eyes, the ones whose gaze, brighter than the sun, the one with so much care that you fear will never let you fall an inch above the ground. Its just that voice, which could elixir the umbra hindered by the agony of their departure. What if they never return?
Life
is all about making mistakes, taking chances, loving and caring for the
ones that matter and choosing to ignore which don't. But, during all
these mistakes and taking chances, somewhere, we do change a lot. We
change from the way we look at the loved ones, to the way they matter to
us. The way they see this change is really what decides the beautiful
future that we have in our head which by now has probably staring taking
a different shape without our knowledge.
This is life. You come, face, adjust, suffer, adjust and the cycle continues. All that remains of you is memories in the hearts of those whose life you've altered, at least as long as they live and keep your tales told.
This is life. You come, face, adjust, suffer, adjust and the cycle continues. All that remains of you is memories in the hearts of those whose life you've altered, at least as long as they live and keep your tales told.
