Sunsets

This hit lower than most, but oh well. It comes at a time when snowdrops regal the cold winter weather outside. Stepping out calls for a hot mug of anything warm; from boiled wine to scouring out for heated-musty ruin pubs full of glazed-eyed partygoers swinging to the tune of anything that thaws out the bone. The day has ended, everyone is in a festive mood, hallways are empty and shops did close early. All he sees are heavily draped silhouettes of hunched people walking briskly to wherever their needs are.

Like life, this day is a reflection of itself; an epilogue summarily drafted upon the mercies of the heavens. We wake, we walk, and we rest; like commas that interrupt words, a chance to catch a breath, we trip, we fall. others rise and dust off the worries. Some don't make it; full stops those ones. Bad news does sip into the constantness of life occasionally, and amidst those storms, we break, heal and wear scars like the kings and queens that we are. Some fights we choose to face head-on. Others we hide and wait out for reinforcements but for some we just run away from them and live to fight another day. 

Sasha Sloan’s song - Until it happens to you has a distant but quite familiar tune, a resounding gong actually, 

"You can have a friend get their heart broke

And you can be there when they need it the most, but

You won't be the one falling off the deep end

You can have a friend lose somebody close

And you can be there when they need it the most, but

You won't be the one having trouble sleeping

Somebody loses their somebody every day

But you'll never really know what it's like

'Til you wake up to some real bad news

You'll never really know how it feels

'Til it happens to you

No, you'll never really know what it's like

Even if you think you do

You'll never really know how it feels

'Til it happens to you"

Pain and loss can never be understood until one experiences it. 

Be careful of the words you say to people. Words can be compared to an archer. One that tries to hit a target and therein lies the concept of what is in his control and not. An archer practices the art of archery chooses the best bow and arrow and focuses until the very last moment when they can release it. All these things are in his control until when they let the arrow loose, and as soon as he does that, everything that happens afterward is out of his control. Dust of wind or a slight change of humidity could ruin the shot. The target may shift and as the arrow slices through the air, it misses. Hitting the target is entirely not in the archer’s control, and in the same vein, hitting the target should not affect one’s feelings or emotions. Focus emotion and feelings on the attempt, where control lies in your grasp.

But then again, have hope. Nikki Banas quips in her piece hope will carry you through, 

"If you only carry one thing throughout your life, let it be hope, let it be hope that better things are always ahead. 

Let it be hope that you can get through even the toughest of times. 

Let it be hope that you are stronger than any challenge that comes your way. 

Let it be hope that you are exactly where you are meant to be right now, and that you are on the path to where you are meant to go. 

Hold onto hope on the good days and the bad that there is still so much ahead for you.

Hold onto hope that you have the power to change things- whether your circumstances, your mindset, or your path- and remember that you are never stuck. 

Hold onto hope that the best days of your life are still yet to come. The best people, the best moments, the best trips, the best songs, the best projects, the best movies are all yet to come... 

Always hold hope in your heart, because sometimes, hope will be the very thing that carries you through."

From memoirs of Pest.