It is the way an unexpected bad storm comes, surrounds the whole place and then after making you suffer, after making you stronger, it goes away. Putting everything back the way it was. And then you sit and look back at all the destruction that happened, pick up the tools and start rebuilding the town...
It is the way dawn breaks after a bad day and all you can think about is the sad parts of the day. You go to your bed and contemplate and leave the pillow wet and then at an unsuitable hour, after shedding all your weight over that pillow—you fall into deep slumber. Then day breaks, and brings brightness. You still remember every single memory of the previous night and get hope for better days ahead leaving the dark shadows behind, smiling to the sun...
It is the feeling after a heartbreak, when you cry and cry and cry; until you become breathless and still do not run out of reasons to cry. You cannot seem to do anything but cry about it or curse the person or curse yourself even to the extent that you may feel suicidal. When the world seems to have come to an end, life seems to have no meaning at all. It is then when you are done crying that you look at yourself in the mirror and say, “I do not deserve it! This isn’t me!” and that is when you pick up all those broken pieces and start
moving. This is the moment when you feel stronger than ever. When all the damage that could be done is done. The moment when a hand is drawn towards you, support—even though you need it, you know that you are not completely dependent on it. Yet, that hand comes with a feeling of satisfaction, a sense of calm, serenity in one’s heart and mind...
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