The Void

We know that life, at the end of the day, isn't about how we live it; it's about how we don't give up despite our unwillingness to continue. That single thread of hope amidst the will to give up and stand tall, is what life is all about. We believe certain things won't go, no matter how bad situations are. But what we don't realize is that one tiny little overconfidence works as a silent blow to the sandcastle. We, at some point of time, have that feeling and when we realize that, certainly it's too late to build it up again. Like the castle, some people make us believe in magic. And fortunately that magic happens only with them. But not when we try to find it elsewhere. May be that charismatic feeling of belongingness is what we call magic, unknowingly. 

Like the Autumn never knows that it's preciously more breathtaking than the blossoms of Spring. That one person doesn't know what it beholds, until and unless the winter comes with spooky wind and frozen yards. You will find so many people who will cherish your glow in a Spring morning. But there will be that one person who will love your swollen cuts of Winter which take a whole season to heal. That person will sit beside you till the ice melts with the first warmth of Summer. Behold that person. If you don't, then when the Spring will come, you might have the pinks of blossoms but you will never know the void which that person will leave you with in the bright summer day. When Winter will come again and wounds will be severe, you will be silently buried under the void and the Spring will never seem so dear. 

Love, it's all about how you value that one person who has seen your wounds to heal them, not to worsen it over the time. Even if you lose, remember, one Winter you have won despite all the odds; that seasons will come and go, but the emptiness will stay for a life.