Things we do not expect happen more often than we wish. Anticipation of something that's never going to happen in your hopeful possibilities is the worst form of human torture. Ask a dying man his last wish. Seldom would you find one asking for nothing. Sounds hilarious, doesn't it? Someone dying with all their wishes fulfilled. And that's where the crux of it all lies. The entire gist of it comes down to letting go. We, humans, take immense pride in embracing what mutilates us. We're nurtured with the notion to endeavour whatever it is that we want till our last breath, and if we don't achieve it, die trying. I'm sure the grass is always greener on the other side, and when I reach there, I can see the weeds up close. Until then, I'll try watering my own premature grass. You'll be told to attempt harder, but none will appreciate if you find your own America. We are used to seeing results, but the effort is what we ignore. We brand those strong who try to never fail. But strong people are those who have known defeat, struggle, suffering, known loss. and have found their way out of the depths. They have made their own grass. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness and a deep loving concern. Strong people don't just happen. And then there comes a time when you are your only escape. And one fine day, you'll understand the mediocrity of it all. And that's when letting go will seem like the best option. But it would have been too late by then. And being rescued would appear to the just the remedy for you. And people thought rescuing was romantic. Sure!
And then you'll see him coming along one day. Tall, big grin, strong, egoistic, yet attentive. He'll make you think, make you wonder again. Wonder about where have you been standing so long, about what exactly have you been doing in life, about why suddenly he takes so much care of you. It'll scare you. Haunt you. He'll make you believe that the mere purpose of life is to be happy. he'll make you realise that if you're quite with a guy, he's definitely the wrong one. He'll make you love more than you hate, and you'll surely detest that about him. He'll even make you do stupid things, wrong things, so that you don't miss out on anything. Everything will always be a first with him.
And when you'll be up late, one night. You'll step out. Feel the breeze tease you. Walk on the cold grass, and feel the dew tickle your toes, and think of what had been, and what is everything now. You'll smile. Because even though you might have a bad hair day, have a tough day at work, have messed up schedules, and even more messed up make-up, you'll smile. Because you'll know that life is okay. With him, things are fine.
"Someone holds his life in you, and someone somewhere defines you as perfect."