She once told him that she would, if possible, trade the entire chaos of the universe for a moment’s silence with him – and as she was crying her heart out to him, his mind wandered elsewhere.
Later she asked him if he would ever remove her from his heart.
And he instantly said never.
Never - because she was never in it. Never a part of it. Never did he let her in.
It wasn’t her fault. But he never thought it was his either.
She asked him if he would ever forget her.
And he without hesitation said no.
No - because he never remembered her. Never a part of his memories. Never did he memorize her.
He had always been ungrateful. He was filled with emptiness. He left.
Only... she moved on from the sorrow of his leaving to live happily... yet puzzlingly he wanders the streets searching...
Searching not for her... but the source of her happiness that could obliterate the pain of the heartbreak she endured.
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We see life as a sandglass, and all we can think about is the sand. We look at it and think that all we need to do is add more sand from a beach to it... never caring to notice what quality of sand matters and not the quantity of sand.
We always keep thinking about ways to extend time which is never ours to use or abuse, exploiting things for which we have no right to do so. Wandering the globe like nomads, all the while hoping for joy and burying regret.
Does someone have an abundance of pleasure and happiness? I’d gladly pay them all of my sand to buy some.
2 Aug 2011, 9:35am
nice post. a small question - if she so longed for a moment of silence with him, would the chaos of entire universe ever trouble her? the point is - her mind also wandered elsewhere. the rest is just a mirror. only, she got tired and gave up wandering. he hasn't.
pleasure always eludes, by rule, if one tries to avoid pain. happiness is real only when one discovers that it's an abstraction. and one doesn't have to pay even a grain of sand to see this. all one need to do is to break the glass.
2 Aug 2011, 12:31pm
Err...okay! Why do I get the feeling that you're getting more out of the post than I put into it?
But I like the way you put it about pleasure and happiness being abstractions.