Happy Ever After?

Happy ever after? What is it? Does it even exist? Well, the answer to that question varies from person to person. But one thing is sure; nobody has complete happiness or complete sadness in their life. There are tough, dark moments and bad phases in one’s life but nobody is made to suffer through their entire lifetime; life isn't that cruel.

Happiness is like a butterfly; the more you chase it the more it eludes you but if you stop and wait patiently it slowly comes and sits on your shoulder. We are doltish; we don’t realize what or who makes us happy till the time we lose them, till the time they have left us. And then it’s too late to do something about it.

People who make you give your genuine smile are the ones who are to be treasured. I’m not saying that people who make you laugh are not the ones to be treasured; no they are important but then even a clown can make you laugh. The person who makes you feel good about yourself, who can bring out the best in you are the ones who are to be treasured; they are the ones who give you happiness.

Yes, maybe once in a while we can be wrong in our judgment and maybe be betrayed by the people we love, but that doesn't mean that we give up hope. We need to fight for what it’s worth. Suffering in one’s life is not permanent. It’s just a lesson to be learnt for life. The lessons learnt from those experiences are something that can’t be taught in schools or learnt by-heart through books; they can only be felt by being intimate with them. Till the time you don’t fight in a battle and get wounded, you will never know of the pain the soldiers suffer.

Happiness is not something that can be achieved, it can only be received. 

Life of a Young Girl -Part2.

She lay there on a messy bed, in an unkempt room.

Dressed in baggy clothes --uncared for;
Hair in an untidy bun --careless gesture;
Bags under eyes indicating sleepless nights --untended;
A fading smile --unconcerned about;
Shivering hands and quivering legs --unconscious about;
Scars on her body --unseen;
Fresh wounds on her mind --overlooked;
Suffering from an aching soul --uninterested about;
A broken heart --disregarded.

She lay there staring at the ceiling, numerous things were running in her head and her thoughts were flying at the speed of a jet. She thought hours had passed since that incessant flow of water continued to leak out of her eyes, but it was just minutes ago that, that cascade had started to fall.

Her condition was deteriorating from bad to worse. You could see it in her eyes, the lust to smile, the desire to soak in the warmth of someone’s company, the thirst to utter words of joy, the desperation to hear her laugh reverberate through the room, the yearn to feel her smile illuminate the place.

“I am a lonely girl. I am broken. I am dying to smile. My heart is always aching to cry. But I wasn’t this way. And now here I am and that’s how it will end”, she thought.

She did not want to be forgotten, but there were just memories left with her now.
She did not want to be abandoned, but loneliness is her shelter now.
She did not want to acquaint with the sadness, but that’s her best friend now.

She had isolated herself to fight a concealed battle to vanquish her fears, to subjugate her sadness, to gain victory over her flimsy emotions. Fighting the battle had been a futile attempt. Instead of gathering herself, she is even more broken now.

She is a young girl, and she is slowly dying on the inside.