As we grow , new people come in our life and start making their place in our heart as time flows . And with every new person who is coming in our life , expections come together . We start expecting something from that new person and when those expectation hurts we stop expecting again .
I sit with those thoughts. I talk to them. I ask them why they're here. Because I understand, just like me... those thoughts too, have been bearing the ache of abandonment... and seek nothing, but just someone who'd listen to them. I allow them the time to translate themselves to emotions. It might take a few minutes, or maybe weeks or even months. I welcome them. I go about my life, with those thoughts chattering at the back of my mind. I live with that discomfort. I let it linger. I allow it to bully me, until it exhausts all it's energy. And then, with a hug, I put it to sleep.
There are non believers, the cynics, the broken hearted who've refused to accept they're broken. And go on living life with a tough exterior. The ones who hate fairy tales, who doubt prayers and ridicule the ones who live by fragile words like hope and faith. The ones who, over the years have allowed the world to settle on their soul... all it's apathy, cynicism and distrust. And now go on projecting the same onto anyone who speaks from a kinder place. In the mirror of the world, they see... what they hold within. A realisation of all their hatred and unrest, kind of self fulfilling prophecies. It's sad to see them fighting against their very being. Denouncing the light within. Because someone years ago, showed them... the night, and said... sun was a myth.
Growth is painful, confusing, chaotic. You end up breaking so much... so many hearts, so many dreams, damaging so many things. But this inner nudge to ravage the environment is so strong that it overpowers every reason you put forth. An inner fight, a deep conflict which mirrors on the outside and is seen as your dichotomous actions and feelings. Letting go of the old breaks your heart. Need to bring in the new, upholds a promise that seems more like a wishful thinking. But driven by an unknown force, you see yourself being pushed to the alleys of change. And you can't help but see... everything crumbling, falling, breaking, ending... everything that you loved, held so dear. You know from this moment, those are all moving towards their journey, to become a thing of the past, mere memories. And you must let them do so. For when it's time... no one can, and no one must stop growth.