Happy endings. How much we wish for it. For us. For the one we love. It still hurts how much Miha wanted a happy ending.
But we don't get happy endings. At every juncture of life something ends and another starts. Though, it takes a us while to register and when we do it's too late, yet, not always.
Sometimes we are so fervent we don't let it go even if it's time; we hang on desperately, ignoring the expiry date.
Some people had to let it go, reluctantly envisaging all sorts of 'what would happened if they hadn't?'.
And some people, they retire, knowing full well, of the void that would manifest itself in their beloveds' life, however, conscious of fact of the science of replacement. That, they will be healed and start a new beginning, eventually.
Sometimes it's essential to let it go and who does shall be considered brave. Brave enough to shatter their own heart and those of they love.
Things have to end. One day or other. It ought to.
The memories will remain of those left behind. Beautifully broken; tragically spent; and comically said.
That remains, always.
Memories are like organs in the body, songs in the playlist; there, yet, hidden from the vision, beating like heart until it explodes in hippocampus. If not a person, their memories are one, unparallel.
Ending is mandatory. Beginning is important. There's nothing in-between.
A new beginning presents us with new hope, surprises, dreams and every beginning starts with a tragic end, because that end is the stage of realisation of all the aspects gone and to come through, until we escape the irresistible molecules drifting in the vast universe, the string latching us onto those and finally at rest, in a coffin giving someone else a lethal ending to begin anew.
Funny how universe works. All connected.
Charlotte Brontë had said 'life is so constructed, that the event does not, cannot, will not, match the expectation'. I stopped expecting a long time ago but when a ray of hundred possibilities came at me I couldn't help my self. The thing is, we will always expect, even our conscious is not aware that we are doing so, it cannot be helped, thats human nature but now I've resolved to hope. Hope for endless possibilities.
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