Champion of Cycle Diaries
Chapter V
There is an empty void inside. Memories – those good times, they flash before me. I can still see her standing there waiting for me. A part of me has been taken away. We have spent long hours together, knowing and understanding each other. She changed me as a person and I loved her very dearly. But now she’s gone and there is nothing I can do. For so long she was mine and we seemed destined for each other; and then he took her away from me – all I could do was watch her go. I trust he’ll take good care of her. Now I have only that void space and those countless memories.
It is sickeningly humorous how life moves on. As though attachment and love meant nothing. Circumstances inflict change – in us and the environment around us. The latter willingly and quickly adapting to the newness of the situation. It is we who remain stumbling and struggling to cope with the moment. But change is good. It is the beginning of something new. It is simply a matter of perception and approach. Life cannot exist in a monotonous rut. The earlier we learn this, the healthier it is – the stronger and better we become.
But then what about grief? Grief that fights within the feeble heart as it vainfully comes to terms with circumstantial change? It is probably one of the most daunting challenges one can face when attempting to subdue emotional pain and reason with the mind.
Nonetheless, life does move on. Tomorrow will be another day. I will be stronger when I wake up the following morning for I know my decision was right. One cannot live on love and fresh air. The world around isn’t so dreamy. I am and will entirely come to terms with my decision. For I must admit, to myself than anybody else, that it was in my selfish interest that I made my mind and took this step.
Now I wait for tomorrow. For a new love will fill my heart soon. A new bike is on its way.
There is an empty void inside. Memories – those good times, they flash before me. I can still see her standing there waiting for me. A part of me has been taken away. We have spent long hours together, knowing and understanding each other. She changed me as a person and I loved her very dearly. But now she’s gone and there is nothing I can do. For so long she was mine and we seemed destined for each other; and then he took her away from me – all I could do was watch her go. I trust he’ll take good care of her. Now I have only that void space and those countless memories.
It is sickeningly humorous how life moves on. As though attachment and love meant nothing. Circumstances inflict change – in us and the environment around us. The latter willingly and quickly adapting to the newness of the situation. It is we who remain stumbling and struggling to cope with the moment. But change is good. It is the beginning of something new. It is simply a matter of perception and approach. Life cannot exist in a monotonous rut. The earlier we learn this, the healthier it is – the stronger and better we become.
But then what about grief? Grief that fights within the feeble heart as it vainfully comes to terms with circumstantial change? It is probably one of the most daunting challenges one can face when attempting to subdue emotional pain and reason with the mind.
Nonetheless, life does move on. Tomorrow will be another day. I will be stronger when I wake up the following morning for I know my decision was right. One cannot live on love and fresh air. The world around isn’t so dreamy. I am and will entirely come to terms with my decision. For I must admit, to myself than anybody else, that it was in my selfish interest that I made my mind and took this step.
Now I wait for tomorrow. For a new love will fill my heart soon. A new bike is on its way.
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