April often found herself pondering over life, about the ones that are breathing, nagging their lungs to keep going. They are fatigued to bones. Their desperation to live ties knots with their hopes. Is this sickness of one's mind or does life bend a spine too much? Too much to straighten up again. Do their hearts sink low or do their anchors give up? Did happiness forget to pay it's visit or did it corrode into grief and rust? Do they die every day and live in spite of dying? They are everyday's worrier and warrior, bracing a smile everyday and striding on.
April wondered if this was how one was supposed to live. When grief sprints fiercely towards the contentment one has with themselves, is one supposed to evade his own peace of mind and subject to the insanity that comes with it. Is one supposed to become numb like a rock that doesn't care sitting in the depths of an ocean. Or is one to wrestle with the same cruelty as the grief that cost you happiness of one too many yesterdays. Why does it come to us like an ocean that rushes to play on the laps of your shore? They wish it drowned. Some can't swim to save one's own life let alone an emotion that is as familiar as a cruel stranger. It could give signals to a sailor in a boat to save it? But would he? He cares for his happiness as much as anyone else. Some would have cautioned him to sail away faster.
April had other thoughts in her mind.
But grief, grief needs a room. Grief needs as a saving as much as one's happiness that is vesseled from harm.
Grief is what adds more meaning to happiness. We wouldn't know to treasure its moments if not for a taste of sadness.
Don't abandon it.
Feel it
Let it in.
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Valleys Of Nectar
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