pieces of glass..

Have you noticed that when hurt first hits you.. its like a ball that bounces right off a wall that seems somewhat like a fortress. Impermeable and impenetrable, it ricochets off into nothingness like a bullet that has been fired at a cement platform. but just like the saying, once bitten twice shy, I have come to realise that it is same with emotions as it is with situations. Such that with the subsequent encounters of distress.. one becomes more weary and cautious.. and less willing to allow one's self to re-enter the cave of uncertainty. Such nurtured insecurities reflect the paragraphs of past happenings in our being, .. leaving us more vunerable and fearful, but at the same time invokes an inner crave and desire for that other to complete us.

a human being is as fragile as glass, physically.. emotionally, and once shattered, we remain shattered. Though at times the pieces may be glued back and one may yearn to be as it once was, but the truth remains.. fragments of our being will always remain lost. And no matter how small that little piece may be.. because of its absence.. you remain incomplete as an individual. You remain.. that much shattered. A case of not crying over spilt milk?.. that may be true.. but then again.. what has lost is lost and whilst there may be no point crying over it.. what has been done cannot be undone.. and so you live with the outcome. Shattered or not.. complete or incomplete.. there is no going back to the obsolete past. There is no goin back..

Sculptured by our creator such that no man is an island. Perhaps the fault in us lies in our making. Governed from young to love and be loved.. it stems from our very being .. the requirement for such companionship in our lives. From the presence of make-believe friends, to the company we seek from playmates in our early years to the search for our final life partners, it seems as though it is a designed task that we seek to fulfill in the course of our years alive. And with the search for love dwelling in us to a great extend, we ultimately gear ourselves up for great disaster and pain at hand. So where does the problem lie if we cannot in fact alter our natural tendencies.

Perhaps what we fail to comprehend, is that with such power and desire in us to love, we have the potiential of its negative sister, the power to hate in its deepest form. And perhaps this may be reason to why love is just not enough to keep two persons together for a life time. In my short time here on this planet, and through the trials and trivilations of my life, I have come to note that a couple that has lived a life together may not necessarily love each other unconditionally, and those who love each other with no end.. do not always end up growing old together.

Then why.. do we fall in love.