On many an occasion, we
beseech reasoning for the rationality of a certain something without seeing it
in the light that it is to be seen. We assume as always that the grass on the
other side is greener and to see a patch of brown is as unacceptable as a snake
in the arctic wilderness. There hardly ever comes a time when we choose to
acknowledge how erratically counterfactual our reasoning is. Wearing our hearts
on our sleeves, we tend to believe in every action we pursue, not for once
realizing how it would affect or concern another.
As each day passes on wearily, we don’t comprehend the
change, but we slowly begin to seem less like ourselves, turning into our own
stranger versions, ones we’d never have expected. Incident upon incident leads
us to change the direction of our course and the complete structure of our
meander. It is but human.
As one night, a ghastly face roused her up in waking dream,
crying out damnations in heinous tones, she broke in to a sweat and awoke in a
cold shiver. She was losing what was closest to her heart – her love. It was
inscrutable why such dark imagery should play out even in her semi-conscious
state, for the palpability of such an occurrence in reality was less than zero.
The promenade of love that life sent them through was more
than what arduous can describe. There
was more than one instance when external interventions led them to nearly want
to leave the broken pieces and walk away – a decision that was not easy to take, and not easy to survive through either. As time moved on, the reasons that
could have been to leave diminished and it saw their love grow manifold – there
wasn’t anything that could so much as try to draw them apart.
Then why, oh why would her dreams haunt her?
Although she knew in all humanly perceivable sensibility that
no matter what, his hand will always be there when she reached out, the
inhumane imagery still gripped her with an inexplicable fear. She couldn’t
comprehend why she would even remotely allow her subconscious mind to process
such thought. He, her guardian angel, tried calming her down, but in vain. She was unnerved and agitated beyond a point where logical reasoning was nowhere in the vicinity. Why won't she accept a dream to be nothing but a dream?
If ever there is a situation of hurt, emotionally agonizing or otherwise, caused to us by what is close to our hearts, the pain can never die. Even time may not be able to help us get a grip. A fleeting thought can make us want to turn recluses who don't want to tread an unsteady path not knowing if and when the fall might come.
Love doesn't come easy, yes and we may have to face many of such a hitch along the way, but it's all well worth the while. Life is still all a dream with it's share of nightmares just the same.
