You Are Only Human
You cry over love lost; love that was never yours to begin with. It was neither here nor there; it never existed — at least not in the heart of your beloved. You are shaken to your core, anxious about ending up alone to face the unpredictable future. You are only human.
You re-read a poem; poem that was never written about you. It lasted a year on the pages of time — it has an eternity to live in your heart. Every other day, it will remind you of words that dared to cross the boundaries of the physical world and set off cosmic vibrations in your heart. Shed a tear because you are only human.
You look up some old photos, photos that bear no trace of you. The chilling smile that belittles Mona Lisa, the brazen look that froze you all too often; all resurface in your subconscious. What can you do except stare at it with a feeling of longing and misplaced regret? Don’t think that you are weak — you are only human.
You listen to that specific song; song that was sung by a stranger for another stranger. What peculiar charm does it carry that breaks all language barriers of love? Let a song help you grieve over what happened and on other days, let it break a smile. That is what it is supposed to do. You are only human.
You watch couples with contempt; contempt that was non-existent not so long ago. Their apparent happiness will never relate to you in any way. Their relationship will never mirror yours in this lifetime. Nobody says you are right to feel this way but nobody has been in your shoes either. Don’t take it too hard on yourself — you are only human.
You feel yourself drowning; drowning in the noise of the bustling nation. The sun may dazzle across the sky but it is always raining outside your window. Sometimes you drift away in the middle of the day, to a spiritual plane exclusive to the ‘heartbroken club’. It might sound confusing because it actually is. Unfathomable even, as you are only human.
You write a multitude of journals; journals that get disheartening every passing day. It will be too late till you realize they are all meaningless — they never relieved you of the burdening pain. Words will never suffice as replacements for emotions. Do not give up, though. Turn that heart wrenching literature into something the child in you will enjoy reading; the same child that marveled at the stars, the rivers and the vastness of nature. You are only human, but it is not something beyond your capacity.
You refuse to erase the memories; memories that bear only ill will. You wish to relive those ‘happy’ days, yet you turn a blind eye to the fact that everything would inevitably end in distress. It was predestined and it would never happen any other way. The human mind can only hold so much gloominess. Make way for fresher, uplifting experiences that can fill the hole in your heart. You are bound by this limitation of the mind since you are only human.
But now that you have come to terms with it, you are no longer an ordinary human.
You are simply you.
You can be anything your heart desires.
I wrote this a few years ago, can’t really pin down the date, but it was around the time a dear friend was going through a terrible breakup. While I wrote it as some sort of ‘motivation’ for the person, since then the article has gone several revisions, particularly in the usage of words and addition of some new lines. God, it was embarrassing back then…
The words may have changed but the essence is the same: the child remains a cynic and the heart remains a fool.
TL;DR, Go get a life!
