Proprioception

A time would come when disappointment laughs at your face. Trust and belief is shattered. Faith becomes utterly weak, which is the scary part. A time would come when you will want to give up, you will start becoming distant from the world, because you’re that broken. You will want to give up hobbies, friends, work- life in general. Things will seem meaningless and existing will feel like you are wasting human resources. A time will come when you pick at your scab and then get horrified by the wound underneath, it will be fresh again. You will poke at it, scratch it and then feel every bad sensation there can be felt.

But another time will come, when it will be better. The doings will not be undone, and the wounds will have left permanent scars by now, that will later represent a well lived time of your life. Things will not get better, but they will become bearable. Those memories and emotions will still be there to haunt you, but a time will come when you come to terms with it. You will remember everything, every detail and every emotion, but now you will drop it all, let it sit in one subconscious corner of your mind, to collect dust and cobwebs. It’s there, it will always be there- but now you will not tend to pick at your wounds again and again. One day, that feeling which was once good, which was once hurting- it will be dead, gone. Just like that.

And then you will be left with a scar, blatant and bold. A good conversation starter with a cool backstory, that doesn't ache anymore. All you feel is that there is something over there- but its shut and its silent, it doesn't scream anymore.