Matters of the heart

Ever felt like someone had cursed you with Crucio and you are writhing on the ground in pain and agony. Well I had one such recent experience and it was horrible to digest.

I hope I will be able to look back at this much later and laugh it off as childish, but at the moment that doesn’t seem plausible. Life teaches you many a times that one has to move on from what has happened, that it is people closest to you who are capable of hurting you most, and that one has to detach themselves both from the people and the emotions. Guess the pill is bitter and the path seems like a dead end, but I have to keep going ahead.

For the longest time, I was not able to remember the poem Michael Caine recites in Interstellar. But in this moment of despair and pain it struck me immediately.

Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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