I don't know whether it is the 2 a.m. thoughts or the 5 a.m. ones, or the chills that kept me up all night until I poured this out, which is very unlucky, for you and for me. I do realize that these thoughts cost me my sleep, that too on the days when I should be snoring out of tiredness. These chills, or the thoughts are nothing but scorpions of emotions that cover up my rationale and haunt me to an extent that I end up making forceful efforts to be able to cope up with the unwanted reality. Also, enchant prayers with unmitigated hope.
No matter if it is independence day today, or my birthday is just around the corner, or if the air around me encompasses yet another six months of freedom- this scorpion will creep up and sting until the time I bleed, profusely. The scorpion could mean various other things for you, but for me, it is just about how all the good things come to an end. Although, we live with miraculously high hopes and ardent expectations, at some point or the other, life throws 'the end' right in our faces and we have no option but to accept it. I do not know that why am I not able to embrace the beginnings as much as I dread the endings? Why do I want to leave the show before it is all over, when all I should do is stay. Why does everything get screwed when it just reaches a point of perfection? You know what marks the end for me? It is when things are most beautiful but they change with the following sunrise. When that sunrise feels as dark as a black hole. When even though you can feel a hand that could lead you to brightness, but you want to give up. When you desperately go into denial and then gradually move to acceptance. As Khaled Hosseini said, "Life goes on, unmindful of beginning, end....crisis or catharsis, moving forward like a slow, dusty caravan of kochis (nomads)." The Earth is someday going to succumb under the weight of all these hurtful feelings and the people who cause them, both me and you. The wonderful thing, is that we keep forming new bonds till our last breath, more because none of them are going to serve us forever. And in those times, my pen works as my magic stick. I call it 'magic' because in the world, where everything is subject to change,this shall stay forever. It has managed to escape the fundamental law of nature and will always give you comfort during hardships. Your magic might be different from mine but remember, there is an antidote to all the scorpion stings. Nobody, but you are the one who has to seek it. Don't forget to find yours, love. Among the gloomy days, I really hope everybody is able to find the magic stick of their life.
No matter if it is independence day today, or my birthday is just around the corner, or if the air around me encompasses yet another six months of freedom- this scorpion will creep up and sting until the time I bleed, profusely. The scorpion could mean various other things for you, but for me, it is just about how all the good things come to an end. Although, we live with miraculously high hopes and ardent expectations, at some point or the other, life throws 'the end' right in our faces and we have no option but to accept it. I do not know that why am I not able to embrace the beginnings as much as I dread the endings? Why do I want to leave the show before it is all over, when all I should do is stay. Why does everything get screwed when it just reaches a point of perfection? You know what marks the end for me? It is when things are most beautiful but they change with the following sunrise. When that sunrise feels as dark as a black hole. When even though you can feel a hand that could lead you to brightness, but you want to give up. When you desperately go into denial and then gradually move to acceptance. As Khaled Hosseini said, "Life goes on, unmindful of beginning, end....crisis or catharsis, moving forward like a slow, dusty caravan of kochis (nomads)." The Earth is someday going to succumb under the weight of all these hurtful feelings and the people who cause them, both me and you. The wonderful thing, is that we keep forming new bonds till our last breath, more because none of them are going to serve us forever. And in those times, my pen works as my magic stick. I call it 'magic' because in the world, where everything is subject to change,this shall stay forever. It has managed to escape the fundamental law of nature and will always give you comfort during hardships. Your magic might be different from mine but remember, there is an antidote to all the scorpion stings. Nobody, but you are the one who has to seek it. Don't forget to find yours, love. Among the gloomy days, I really hope everybody is able to find the magic stick of their life.
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