“I thought I am missing you, and then I realized I am not missing you. I
am missing the person I became when I was with you; I am missing the feeling of
being wanted that I got with you around… most importantly I am missing a part
of me which I have left behind with you somewhere…..”
This was my status message on
FB few days back. Someone commented – romantic
yet painful.
I replied – It’s always a pleasure to miss your loved
ones.
So I was asked how it is a pleasure when that person is no
longer with you.
To which I replied – The person might not be but the memories
with me are priceless.
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Memories…. that’s what we
gather throughout our lives. People come and go but their memories stay
forever. And at the end all we have is a fistful of memories.
Memories are both good and bad.
The bad ones occupy more space in our minds while the good ones, owing to their
lightness are actually pretty much omnipresent. Most of the times we tend to
let the bad ones overshadow the good ones while actually we should do the
reverse. Good memories always come with a hug, bring warmth in the heart and
leave us with tons of reasons to keep smiling while the bad memories seem like
some ghost that sucks away anything that is good and positive in you, leaving
you feeling drained out.
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I have been fortunate to have
met some wonderful people in life though all of them did not stay in my life
forever. Some have left while some seem to be on the verge of leaving. But that
does not take away the beauty of the wonderful times I have had with them.
Each one of them has taught me
something. One taught me how to love, while someone taught me how to live.
Laughing on one own-self, loving ourselves first, learning every moment in
life, living as if it is your last day today, hugging your loved ones more
frequently, saying I love you and meaning it… the list of things I learnt from
them is so huge.
Yes there have been some wrong
people as well who have hurt me, broken my heart and made me question my
beliefs but then I also know they have made me value the good people more
because of them. And yes the lessons I have learnt from them too are priceless.
I do miss them, or maybe I just
miss the memories I have had with them. And yes these memories are cherished
throughout the life time for they make me what I am.