Its time to
return to real life. The story ended; the taste of your memories faded away.
You have to admit that you stopped refereeing to it as your love story, I
caught you thinking of it as the encounter, or even the “thing”, so lets pick
up what you dropped, family, friends, work, and most importantly let us pick
you up. Rise from the rubble, not like a legendary creature, just stand up as a
man. An ordinary man who got his heart broken, yet he also got a clearer vision
of how he should deal with his feelings. The first step is the hardest as they
say, and laying down is a delicious feeling, we all know this, what can be more
enjoyable than self-pity, but aren’t you done with all this whining? Aren’t you
even bored? The life that Im pushing you to join is boring too, difficult and
harsh but at least it is real. Real problems, real fights and real feelings.
There is nothing fluffy there, no sweet melodies, no magical colors and no
sheer happiness, but there is the taste of reality, which is a strong one.
You will
stumble, more than once. It will be painful, you will be lonely and you will
feel neglected and ignored, so what? C’est la vie. You have been in your imaginary
world for so long, and its not only unhealthy but it’s pathetic. You got all
your views distorted, and you wasted a hell of a time. I see you sitting in front
of me as a human lump, with dead eyes and expressionless tired face, I don’t have
any empathy for you. I am done with baby sitting you, I waited for a proper awakening,
and you seemed unwilling to stand still, move your feet and take the first
step. But now, I will push you, I will drag you if this is what I have to do.
I wish you didn’t
consume all your love on that goddess that you foolishly created. I wish you left
a sip of love, so that you can save yourself. You need to love yourself a bit,
real and genuine love, not your naïve perception of love, but the kind of love
that will make you stable. Aren’t you done by clumsiness? Madness? Romance? All
these illusions, doesn’t it feel boring in your surreal world? Anyway, you don’t
have to be convinced, put on the auto-pilot mode and move. Move….move….move.