Nothing lasts. Nothing. Happiness and peace are just states of mind, that change as quickly as people change their clothes. Love and loyalty and trust are merely words… vague and overrated concepts at best. Feelings of joy and effervesence vanish without a trace, like salt in water, leaving only a weird aftertaste. Fantasies and dreams of a great life that we build around ourselves, burst like bubbles in a bath after a body immerses itself in it. Castles in the air, no more -- hazy ones at that. And when the mist clears and the fog lifts, and clarity reestablishes itself, all you have is yourself.
Promises are meant to be broken. Faithlessness is a norm. For what someone does not know can’t hurt them… until they find out. The bitterest pill to swallow, is the one we set up ourselves, psyche ourselves up to take, making ourselves believe we need it and we’ll enjoy the result, and nothing can go wrong. Sometimes, we call this process hope. Sometimes we are so successful in our endeavor that hope transforms into belief. But the real truth is that all these exercises amount to are tears and heartache.
But something emerges from these experiences. Something indelible. Something that does not fade with time. Memories. Bittersweet memories that recur with an uncanny consistency and regularity. The mind keeps these memories alive and rolls them around, much like a tongue playing with that gap in the teeth. But this experience is different in one way. The tongue does not draw blood. Memories, on the other hand, slash open old wounds, keep them raw, and ensure there’s no clotting. And the stupid heart keeps pumping blood to the nerve endings that are now exposed to the air out there, and scarlet foam and froth mingle with the spit and dirt and grime and sweat and drop to the ground, leaving a trail that’s a constant reminder of the path traveled. But the beating heart does not stop, till there’s nothing left to pump.
And then, just as suddenly as it started, the heart falls silent.
But only if you’re lucky.
