Woke up this morning with an overwhelming feeling of loneliness washing over me. As soon as my eyes opened, before there was time to rationalize and to put up walls, it hit.
In times of dire need, one often turns to the solace of religion. There is comfort in knowing that there is an alternate explanation to your own mostly distorted view. Here's what my 'holy book' had to say.
"Some people walk around like wounded animals. If there is nothing that one can do about the breakup, the very first thing is to accept its inevitability. Until one does that, one can be paralyzed, with thoughts running over and over in the mind of how to mend something that cannot be mended. One must be prepared to undergo a few stages emotionally before recovering from the breakup.
At first there will be the shock. One will find it hard to believe that the breakup has really happened. After the shock will be one's injured sense of pride. One has lost face, especially to oneself. After the shock and finding a way to salvage the pride, one has to face the loneliness of being alone. But even this will go away eventually. "
Do not know why this is lingering for so long. It should be over and done with by now, don't you think? It has after all been, 7 months? Someone in sex and the city once said that it takes 1/3 of the duration you were together before you get over the relationship. This is not good. It means that I haven't even done half my time, yet. So far I have been quite lucky in life. That is to say, I have felt quite appreciative of things. Each hurdle came and gone without huge scars. Why is this such a pain in the butt in its persistence.
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