At the end…..
We live only for a few years.
In the enormity of time and
universe, our existence in insignificant. We are nothing but dust; I am nothing
but dust, yet we all try to leave a mark in the world. Lifetime spent earning
stacks of money, lifetime spent collecting things we don’t need, lifetime spent
desiring things that doesn't matter, thinking or sadly hoping that in the end it
will leave a mark, that in the end we will matter… I will matter.
The most intense and divine thing
to do in life is to love. I know it because I have loved. I know because I have
been loved, god knows more than I deserve. Love makes you significant. Love is
the power bestowed by gods to us, so that we can transcend boundaries and
achieve greatness, so that we can matter, so that the dust leaves a mark in the
cosmos. After all, according to physics, it’s just a single particle of dust
which becomes a giant life sustaining star. I was once a star. A star created
by the warmth of love. A star which I nearing its end, not because the star is
dying but because the warmth is gone.
It takes unimaginable amount of
pain to realize that at the end the only thing which matters, is whether you
have ever loved and been loved. All the money in the world, all the possessions
will mean nothing, if you don’t have the hand of your loved one in your hand,
or their whisper in the ear that they are with you or if their face is not
before you as darkness spreads and life is sucked out of the cold, listless
body, at the very end….
I don’t understand why people fear “the
end”? “The End” is the most inevitable, most ultimate form of peace you will ever
get. It’s the life that scares me. Life has pain, struggle, expectations and
worst of all heart breaks. Dying is easy. But dying is not an option. You would
have to wait for the right time destined for you to die, it’s the waiting
period till then which drains you. When will I get my peace? A few decades to
wait I guess or whatever the mighty universe has planned.
A single day without love is like a
lifetime in hell. So I wonder if anybody would willingly lose this love. Well that’s
the beauty of it. A lifetime in hell is nothing compared to momentary happiness
of the person you love and precisely for that reason you will be willing to
lose that love. Your love is true when you love someone enough to let go. For
their happiness…..
Letting go is easy…running away…hiding.
But for that special someone sometimes, at the end, you have to let go….
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