She sat there motionless, with her knees touching her chin, and her arms wrapped around tightly. Wind billowing her long, black hair . She could taste the salt of the ocean on her lips. She closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, letting every muscle in her body to fully take in the pain burried deep inside her heart. She had to let it out. She. Had. To.
She opened her eyes. Her dark brown pupils dilating to see clearer in the blackness of the hour. The midnight moon shone above the ocean. The sound of the waves was over-powering. She sat, and looked, and pondered, and wondered. Her mind was shrouded with questions; a cobweb of complexities.
She drew a circle in the wet sand. The circle of life; the circle of all the complexities and frailty her life was. She pour her heart , and soul on the wet sand. Literally. Etched out all her questions on the sand, the questions which were once etched in her heart.
Somebody narrated her tale to me, told me all what she wrote on the sand. I remember a few, and I would like to share them with you.
How bad is hell? Is hell worse than the mental torture, and pain we go thorughout our lives? Are all our sacrifices really worth it? Is it just a myth, or do hell, and heaven really exist? Do we really please god by displeasing ourselves- his creation? Why do we fear god? Is he really that scary? Can we live our lives without any regrets? How do we distinguish between right and wrong? Is it possible to live our life, without displeasing god? Love over religion/morals, or vice versa? Is love sacred? Or, is it a sin? Can you love more than one person at a time? What does it mean to attain perfection? Is time really a healer? What is love? What is sin? What is life?
Sadly, I have answer to none. Do you?
dont know much, but i cn say with guarantee that u cn indeed love more than one person at a time =D hence this confirms my beleif that ‘eternal love’ doesnt exist. defnitly live ur life to teh fullest, baad mein jo hoga, dekha jaye ga. plus, we’ll have so many companions in hell (most of us are going there), im sure it wont be that bad
You, firstly, are not supposed to go all sad-literature on me the way I do to others with my posts. Secondly, yes, there are answers. Yes, there is an end to pain. You need to be patient. What seems so terribly painful right now, will be trivial in a while or so. Take time, don’t push yourself.
I’ll take you for some fun. Broken-heart-women club style.
I won’t call it “sad”; it’s hard-core thinking. Some REAL exercise for the gray matter.
Finish reading “one flew over the Cuckoo’s nest”, so we can meet up quickly! :p
What’s your idea of broken-heart-women fun?
My idea starts off with going to amusement parks, taking pictures, dancing to new songs, buying good clothes, crying my heart out in front of friends, reading books, watching movies that PROVE that break-ups are NOTHING compared to the real shit people face everyday and giving myself time to heal.
Let me get done with my assignment, and then I shall write a post on what “I” did. Something very much similar to your idea of broken-heart-women fun.
Awesome.
And hey, is it okay if we swapped MSN ID’s? D: