Closure

Love, is a concept that is so warped up around existence and experience. The depth and intensity of this emotion, at times leaves us changed and broken. Being broken, however is a sign that we are still vulnerable and that our soul is still nascent in the way it connects.
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Across boundaries.
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There are so many people who are at the same time broken as well as strong, holding on, to the vestiges of sustenance. What surprises me is the mask of indifference that people often choose to hide their pain. Is it that easy - to not care, to be unavailable emotionally? These boundaries we have created to keep ourselves sane, scares and distresses me. When love is intense, so is the hurt that comes with it. And that, I feel is perfectly normal. Our survival, our existence- everything is somewhat jeopardized.
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But what I find most beautiful, is our ability to heal - over time. That of course might take years and that indeed signifies how important something had been to us. But we heal - eventually. And that one thing which helps the process is friendship and love, one that is unconditional, non-judgmental, that which accepts you for who you truly are. People, who themselves have gone through the pain of an emotional breakdown, often end up trivializing problems faced by other people.
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What I wonder, is why can't people be just there? As a support and not often words of advice. However great the purpose might be, its useless unless the hurt soul finds closure inside.
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Closure- its such a paradox, you know. Its like a veil that separates acceptance and reality. Like an imaginary boundary, which when crossed calms down all our demons. I've seen and heard people mock others, who are too emotional, too naive and too connected to things that happen around them. But, love- that simple, divine connection one feels- might last for a moment or for a lifetime. They perhaps do not realize, how brave a soul has to be to accept that something that beautiful could not last forever.
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Does it really matter, whether it was a moment or an eternity? After knowing love, which no human words can never tell, the distinction between the two ceases. I feel distressed to realize that even in the moment that I've moved on - from people, from circumstances, I am still stuck. As if I have parallel versions of my soul, each latched onto those memories.
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The beauty of this distress indeed culminates into the journey of healing. Seeing a journey, that at one point was so unlikely, insurmountable in fact, like that incessant body ache which creeps down to the limbs, into every pore and cell of the body, refusing to go away. Over time, the pain kind of settles down. We learn to live with it, accept it.
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And so acceptance of our vulnerabilities, our own absurdities, our need to connect is the one thing that perhaps propels us towards the path of peace.
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The path that can turn a colorless void around us, into a beautiful, colorful sphere, where as individuals we can grow, evolve and be our own true self.
-S.