Nothing changes until people decide to do the things they must, in order to bring about peace.
― Shannon L. Alder
Sometimes the harder one holds on, the more they realise why they should let go.
The day is young and we trudge along the numerous alleyways and by-lanes, all packed with fables of days bygone. Just as the sun begins to rise, just as a new day is beginning to take birth, we approach the doors to the chambers of our hearts.
I pick up the rusted shovel from the place it has rested for years on end, akin to how we kept our love for life untouched, hoping it would make an appearance someday. The dust that had accumulated on it due to years of disuse, is brushed away.
Using it, I gently lay, in a hole, every tiny aspect that fostered pain and regrets in our lives. Every second, sometimes days, every memory, every instant; into the hole they all went, one after the other.
We then supply it with an endless stream of tears and cleanse them of the black stains that had begun to defile our souls. The sight of the black muck seeping away to the depths they belong, finally provides us with the peace we have craved for so long. Soon, we adorn the now clean pile, with shards of sorrow and loss.
And then proceed to fill every hole on our hearts in a similar manner; filling them up, washing them, adorning them. Laying a fresh layer of soil over the barren land covering the holes, we let the rains ushering in a new era, bring everything together.
Now we sit and wait. And watch as the time ticks away; second by second, ever so slowly. And then we see it happening. A tiny sapling rises from one of the holes. Gradually, every hole begins to exhibit its very own, tiny but immaculately clean sapling, with small but gorgeous leaves. I wait, knowing time favours us now, and watch as they flourish into towering trees; trees I know will one day provide us with warmth and refuge.
We take our seats and watch as new life unfolds before our eyes. With fierce embers of joy, we bear witness to a miracle and find joy in the novelty we see ahead, as new saplings take birth.
Life has started anew.
An era of impossible dreams,
Based on free will
And forged in the heavens,
Where lives matter and love rules,
Where fantasies reign,
Is not a distant dream.
What was closure if not a clock? Not an end as everyone imagined, but a beginning.
― Celeste Chaney, In Absence of Fear
I think dwelling on the past can do so much more damage that living in apprehension of the future. It’s important to work towards a better future and get over what happened but also learn from the past. Be it anything, not just the virus; bury it all, use it as manure to facilitate the growth of resilience and faith! Have a great year ahead!
-Introverted Thoughts aka D