I often wonder how human beings move on after incurring a terrible fatal blow! How things shape into place after a painful hiatus of happy times. It’s time, I guess. Time makes us feel stronger (no, it does not give you muscle power until and unless you workout) and even, sometimes makes us to act bolder. I can still recollect my childhood days when I lost my favorite doll in a misfeasance and thought my life to come to a tragic end. But that was just the beginning, and I never knew that there were more to follow suit.
There are many a time I experienced my world to shatter in front of my eyes. But songs of experience made me choose the path of optimism. Every blow helped me to acquire enough guts so that I could rejuvenate from nothing but a mound of ashes. Phoenix, huh?
I bade good-morrow,
And thought to leave her far away behind;
But cheerly, cheerly,
She loves me dearly;
She is so constant to me, and so kind:
I would deceive her
And so leave her,
But ah! she is so constant and so kind.”
Perhaps no other words could express my feelings in a better way than these lines of Keats. Oh, how I had troubles to read him during my graduation days! But now as I grew older, I realized his beauty (I am talking about his works, not his countenance, mind you!).
To reciprocate to these adversities that my life imposed on me, I take inspiration from life itself: I learn everyday as I play. But still sometimes something haunts me, sometimes something taunts me, sometimes something makes me smile, and sometimes I just love to walk alone in the night.
There is no shortcut to make a way from the darkest dungeons, nor there is any tailor-made method available till date. Patience is the keyword my friend, and time is the best healer, that’s all.