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Have you ever felt pain? pain so searing, naked and all-consuming? Pain in its purest, strongest, most potent form? So pure and white that it obliterates all the other feelings and senses...?
What happens when the objects around you take on new dimensions? The muffled sounds of traffic, the low purr of a car engine, the canned laughter of a comedy sitcom and even silence- all a mocking reminder...to make sure you dont forget...to make sure you feel a fresh wave of pain yet again.
Have you ever felt that there is nothing left to live for; nothing to look forward to...? What happens when life becomes a meaningless existence- every breath you draw in is more painful than the previous, so much so that it's cruel to be alive? How will you feel when all your dreams, hopes and aspirations are broken by a swift stroke of fate? Will you have the will to gather up the shards of your life and make a feeble attempt to rebuild it? But, how can you? Cause, the very will, courage and self worth you need to rebuild your life lie among the shattered debris; broken beyond recognition, beyond repair.
Some wounds never heal with time; they just get worse...
What happens when the objects around you take on new dimensions? The muffled sounds of traffic, the low purr of a car engine, the canned laughter of a comedy sitcom and even silence- all a mocking reminder...to make sure you dont forget...to make sure you feel a fresh wave of pain yet again.
Have you ever felt that there is nothing left to live for; nothing to look forward to...? What happens when life becomes a meaningless existence- every breath you draw in is more painful than the previous, so much so that it's cruel to be alive? How will you feel when all your dreams, hopes and aspirations are broken by a swift stroke of fate? Will you have the will to gather up the shards of your life and make a feeble attempt to rebuild it? But, how can you? Cause, the very will, courage and self worth you need to rebuild your life lie among the shattered debris; broken beyond recognition, beyond repair.
Some wounds never heal with time; they just get worse...
posted by Archana at 5:57 PM
3 Comments:
enna achu arch??.....sollaveilla???!!! :D
just read this.. what disaster made u write such a post??
I beg to disagree. all emotional wounds can be healed with the passage of time and good positive company around us. let us not forgot the last thing that came out of Pandora's box, Hope, which sustains nourishes and heals our spirit and soul. as long as we have Hope we got everything
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