When blossoms wither

I have seen many times and experienced it myself, how worlds collapse inside when you wake up one morning to the cold reality that things are not anymore. What you thought was a goodnight wish happens to be the goodbye message. The day you dreaded has finally pounced on you and there is nowhere to run. For many it starts the unending circle of rebound relationship, for others it is floods of tears and others go to celebrate the baggage lifted from their shoulders. Some people, a minority give up on love, contemplate going up the hills of Myanmar to become monks.  Don’t let yourself drown, the pool of sorrow is for the destitute and the undesired. You who have a chance would better swim. As long as you’ve got life in you, then a there is a huge chance you will love again. A child hurt would never drag its knees down on the concrete because they are already hurt. It will find a first-aid kit and tend to the wound, because he will need that leg to walk again. It shouldn’t take one person to form the entire idea of love, because the next could give a better experience to the now wiser lady or gentleman. I have learnt in love, it doesn’t matter how many times you fall down, what really matter is how many times you stand up and how much you have learnt from your amorous misfortunes. Sometimes it is your vulnerability that brings out the strong person in you.

When you fall in love or walk into a relationship, it is not because you want to find yourself but because you want to create yourself. It is best to shed off all the pain of the past and be ready to start over again. You are not to blame when things don’t go as expected, most of the times that is. Sometimes wishing things go back to how things were inhibits progress, because you will be going back to the same cycle of emotional breakdowns and short-changed affection.

Remember, when even the worst of all torrential rains is past, the clouds of blue will be seen in the horizon. The withering of the blossom this season does not mean the end because the green leaves will sire some more when the rains rebound. What matters is not how much we cry or regret the loss, it is how much we are willing to gather everything and make the way for better things and people in future. There is always that one or ten people who will find your weakness a strong point, that person who will make you smile in spite of yourself. That is our hope, that someday when we are strong enough we will find someone right. They do not have to be knights or noblewomen; they just have to be someone who will be there all days and nights. Somebody who would care and we can always count on.