How does it feel when you wake up suddenly, in the middle of the night, reminded of the things which remain unsaid. Things left unheard. Experiences which will never be shared physically. Moment of triumph can only be accompanied by prayers in the heart. Smile which will never be seen or touch which will never be felt ever again. Caresses missed. Laughter gone.
How bad would you feel if you kept thinking of all the good times, and at the same time, being reminded of the time when you bypassed those you love for vanity's sake. For a simple reason of "I just want to be alone?" Would you feel trapped in between the contrasting emotion roller-coaster for now or eternity until you've exhaled your last breath?
My eyes water and my heart feels the sorrow when I read the following passage:
For the living know that they shall die: but the dead know not any thing, neither have they any more a reward; for the memory of them is forgotten. Also their love, and their hatred, and their envy, is now perished; neither have they any more a portion for ever in any thing that is done under the sun. (Ecclesiastes 9:5, 6 KJV)
However, the memory lives on in me. Good or bad, happy or sad, step by step I'll have to walk on. Every little bits and pieces of memory to be used and reused till it's time for me to leave this world.
