Our Life On Replay

There’s this thing about my mornings; there’s also this
thing about turning around and finding the heavy, slow paced breathing of him.
There’s also this thing about his hands that are on my waist, there’s also this
thing about his broad chest, the chest that touched my chest while I looked
into his eyes while he gently moved into me. There are all these little things
about him that make up my mornings, and I newly thank the stronger forces to have
blessed me with this human being; people feel they’re still travelling, finding
their place on this Earth, linking it to faith and destiny; but I have a
different story to tell, all this time I’ve travelled, my journey ends everyday
with my mornings with him.

Sometimes when you are in the middle of a decision and when both the sides are equally important; how do you decide? Do you breathe in, close your eyes, breathe out and open
your eyes and think you’re ready to make the decision, when the only thing
you’ve actually realized is that you still haven’t made any decision? Do you
feel the pain behind your decision? If you do, then you’re alive, you’re still
not there, your journey waits to be ended with your mornings. All we really can
do is wait; wait for it all to get better.

Breathe in; close your eyes….wait, I’m not asking you to make a decision. As we get older, unknowingly we begin to use a lot of past tense in our conversations. “When I was…” “When mom would…” “That’s so long ago…” These days we mention of, were the days of protection,under our guardians, our parents, our well-wishers. From the point we are conceived to
the point we enter this world and henceforth, we are nurtured at every step, we
create the most beautiful moments with our parents, our first walks, our first
words, our first imaginary friend. Love made the bond stronger, love for others
right? When did love become a drug to please others? Am I questioning your
current situation? 

Read more on the Sheza's journey of regret.