My mind is restless, and with no one to talk to,
I thought perhaps I should whisper my heart
to a few strangers in the dark.
We humans… we are made of longing.
Sometimes every joy in the world feels pale before love,
and sometimes love itself feels small
before the weight of the world.
We want happiness,
yet when we find no reason to be sad,
we search for sorrow on our own.
We say no one understands us,
yet the one we hurt the most
is often the one who truly does.
Somewhere inside, our mind and heart know
that our actions will wound them...
not because we enjoy hurting them...
but because we are flawed and afraid...
Why do we still do it?
I don't know.
Maybe we learn too late.
Today I understand:
when you love someone and they leave,
the pain is sharp
but when someone who loves you walks away,
the pain becomes unbearable.
When we realise that no amount of tears
can bring them back,
we finally see how our ego, our stubbornness
stole from us the one person
we could have called our own
in the entire world.
And that truth hurts more than anything.
As we grow older, we learn...
there was never sadness inside our life,
only the habit of being sad.
The pain of not being liked,
the hurt of public humiliation,
the fear of our future,
the worry of money,
the hope that someone might return,
the ache of not feeling loved or cared for…
We forget that many of these sorrows
are seeds planted by our own hands.
The tree is ours;
the bitter fruit is not always our fault...
but neither is it always fate.
Then who is to blame?
Perhaps our actions… our karma.
The wounds of karma cut deeply.
We never want to remember our own mistakes.
We say "They left me...maybe I wasn't enough."
And if something was missing,
we must search, improve,
grow from it...become better,
become the best version of ourselves.
But when we finally become our best,
life sends someone and we become foolish
again to break us all over again.
The only conclusion that brings peace is this:
maybe we did nothing wrong.
Yet when we truly do wrong,
the pain becomes unspeakable.
The fear of losing someone,
the waiting after they're gone,
meeting someone new,
then fearing their loss again...
and waiting once more.
Deep in our heart we know
they might never return.
Their chapter in our life
was meant to be only that long.
Their phase has ended.
But what if we don't want to let them go?
How do we bring them back
without forcing, without hurting?
How do we say, softly...
"You are the beautiful moment of my life,
one that no one else can ever replace."
No matter how much time we've...
Prayed but God doesn't able to make them us why?...
We want to say sorry...
But how who is the stone of our paths...
Simple words
I'm really sorry for what I did...
If someone have answer then tell and they don't then thank you for read...