Things aren't always meant to be the way we want it to be.
One moment you are really happy, only to find the next moment a bomb was
dropped to shatter all your hopes; all your beliefs, you knew that won’t last,
like the previous one. But still negotiating with our heart, raising above all
the blackened sights, we are ready to take the challenge, face the risk that
stands against us, to make ourselves understand that life is meant to be this
way. Every time we are able to dodge a hurdle from our way, we feel competent
enough to survive this game of life. To let ourselves feel proud of how we are
winning the game named ‘Survival of the Fittest’ and how perfectly we are
suited for the competition.
But between all this race; this competition, we all, for
once, want to sought solace in the company of warm hands and soothing voice
that speaks tranquility, but not to be sympathize, who understand the
difference of what is to be praised, but not pitied. Before we even realize,
all the damage is done and there’s nothing we could do, time seems to move in
slow motion and we can’t make it stop. We don’t feel the need to regret because
that is how we choose to repair; to glue all the broken parts together. Call it ‘Dark and Twisty’ for that is how it
is meant to be, isn't it?
Yes, this is how it is meant to be. Until, things assemble themselves in perfect order. Which happens never. But then, life is a chase... otherwise, what's the fun!
ReplyDeleteGood post. :)
True that!
DeleteThank you. :)