Sometimes we look back on a beautiful memory and feel the power of it in our thoughts, prayers and even dreams. In Shubhangi Swarup's Latitudes of Longing, a sentence drew me to it by its sheer power and wisdom. It read, "Memory was life reflected in a shattered mirror." Some of my life's most beautiful moments seem to be captured in this single sentence. [READ: Zindagi Na Milegi Do Bara again]
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A precious moment, once it passes, is reflected in a shattered mirror of Time.
It leaves behind only a hardened heart and a wisdom that comes with having to confront the truth that one never truly matters to the existence of another.
This bittersweet knowledge brings with it the sting of a beautiful, life-changing moment. A memory, once held precious and close to the heart, has lapsed into the ripples of the unknown forever, unwanted and unreciprocated.
The only one whose life had changed in that beautiful moment is one self. The world moves on without you.
In this world, a vulnerable and sensitive heart has no place here.
Another beautiful and profound sentence, "The darkness comes to life with a subterranean, gut-wrenching wail. The land, reeling from the horror of having its bones crushed and flesh charred, flings him from wall to wall.
Part of the ceiling caves in, presenting him with an escape route. ...By now he prefers silence over the company of others. For he has seen all his fears and faith dissolve into the darkness. In their absence, freedom feels like an unwarranted complication.
This room is his shell. One created from his blood and bones, for him to retreat into. The earthquake leaves him to mend the cracks and nurse his bruises."
We all have such shells that we retreat into when an earthquake within forces us to confront reality and the hopelessness of everything and everyone our hearts become attached to.
I leave you with one question: For all the beautiful and precious moments in your life, how do you preserve it?
A precious moment, once it passes, is reflected in a shattered mirror of Time.
It leaves behind only a hardened heart and a wisdom that comes with having to confront the truth that one never truly matters to the existence of another.
This bittersweet knowledge brings with it the sting of a beautiful, life-changing moment. A memory, once held precious and close to the heart, has lapsed into the ripples of the unknown forever, unwanted and unreciprocated.
The only one whose life had changed in that beautiful moment is one self. The world moves on without you.
In this world, a vulnerable and sensitive heart has no place here.
Another beautiful and profound sentence, "The darkness comes to life with a subterranean, gut-wrenching wail. The land, reeling from the horror of having its bones crushed and flesh charred, flings him from wall to wall.
Part of the ceiling caves in, presenting him with an escape route. ...By now he prefers silence over the company of others. For he has seen all his fears and faith dissolve into the darkness. In their absence, freedom feels like an unwarranted complication.
This room is his shell. One created from his blood and bones, for him to retreat into. The earthquake leaves him to mend the cracks and nurse his bruises."
We all have such shells that we retreat into when an earthquake within forces us to confront reality and the hopelessness of everything and everyone our hearts become attached to.
I leave you with one question: For all the beautiful and precious moments in your life, how do you preserve it?
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