Severance is a pain that we all
invest in. Every day, every hour, Year after year we live in its shadow. It’s
not something we choose it’s something that’s forced upon us. Yet chose not to
rebel, we conveniently forget to fight, we take it on our shoulder and bear
with it with finesse. The matter is delicate often so delicate that
acknowledging it in itself is a herculean task in itself. The pain and anxiety
that it causes is great, yet we decide it’s not time to give up hope yet.
It causes immense pain, but why
do me, you and everyone we know prefer to live with it and fear the freedom the
lack of these chains offer. Why does freedom, boundless and absolute, of colors
more vibrant than the rainbows scare us? Why do we prefer the strong yet ephemeral
fortitudes to the wonderful world of boundless possibility? These are not the questions we ask ourselves every
day; these are the question we come across in those times that we are truly
left on our own. These are question we ask when we truly at our weakest. These
are questions we ask when we lose those things we endured all those torture
for. These are the questions we ask when we actually realize the transience of
our ‘Perfect World’. The questions are harmless in a way, but they are the ones
that truly know when to strike.
But no matter how many time we
come across, other than those few who turn unacceptable to the society finds
their way back into the cobwebs of comfyness they have already knitted for
them. They find their way back as the lost ant finds it way back into the
swarm. The allure and pseudo -opulence this world offers seems to surpass the
many flaws it seems to possess. We never
even bother to ask ourselves whether this is what they want. Is there heart to
torn open again and again? Is the abyss the best place they can ever afford to
have?
Then again, is that the case?
Even when you feared the inevitable, there was hope, there was pleasure and
there was happiness. The little things in life that many preach, Aren’t they
the ones that make life worthwhile. Life many not be perfect, in fact life may
not be even fair, yet there are those moments in life that gives joy sans
boundaries. Aren’t we living for those few moments, aren’t we working hard in
the day so that we could return to the loving families. Don’t those weekends
with the family make as pray every hour for the week to get over. Be it the sip
of coffee or that one game, Aren’t they what we live for? Yes there are perils,
there are dangers and there are evil lurking in every corner, yet don’t we live
for that all these, these few little things that make life worth living?
But remember one thing dear
friends, There is a better; life out there, there is a life where we can have
the best of both worlds. There is a life were we do not have to make compromises
and yet live the life that we dream of every single day. Believe me when I say there
is a life where you don’t have to make up excuses to keep the family together.
There is a life where love and fear, pleasure and sin, happiness and crime and
Life and Lies do not come in pairs.
A Lone Man’s Journal: Rupertt Aryeen WInd