The potpourri like simplistic concoction of words that, when put together, in proverbial form, is much dismissed and contemned by us as a bouquet of axiomatic precepts, that only certain scenarios bring to you why and what they really mean.
Dishing out a smorgasbord-like array of situations, much different in its levels of palatability, the value we impute to all, from people to the inanimate, assume a very different standing. It may not be just through those many happy moments which though more likely than uncommon are quite inevitably shared in much vivacious joviality, but there comes a time when a shoulder to cry on is what you long for more than anything else. And it is during times like these when the reality of the meaning that others interpolate against your person comes to fore. Like many a passing cloud, we meet people, some acquaintances, some friends but among them is a further distinction of the genuine and not, of those would stand by and wouldn’t.
Are there a fixed set of applicable norms as to one’s relationships? A fine thinker of grandiose refinement might put together a theoretical thesis on how, why and what we are and should be. But isn’t that being a little too impassionate, inhuman? For afterall, the natural human tendencies don’t exactly function by a rulebook. There is so much heart and emotion in every action, every event, every happening, every love, every heartbreak that would take much endurance and more than many lifetimes to begin to decipher.
A plain, simple misunderstanding is not reason enough to pass value judgments and discuss one dear to you as anyone but he.
Live, love, forgive and forget for each new day is a new beginning, one afresh for you to paint your reality – of strokes gentle yet bold. It may be that some preferences didn’t work out favourably but behind each action is some fundamental reason that will sketch your tomorrow in tones more pleasant, heart warming and with much love. For after all, c’est la vie.
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