Void

Sometimes things come to an end. Those things that you don't want to end come to an end and when they do it feels like you've lost a part of yourself. A teeny tiny second more of that thing would mean the whole universe to us, perhaps even more. But we can't have any of it because, well, because its over. And coming to peace with that is so hard, probably harder than facing most other things because its the love for these things and its the love from these things that is being taken away from us. No, we don't get angry or disappointed, we just feel very bad because everything that was good was taken away in a jiffy.

Hello there, I'm the Earthian.

The void of the good creates a hole inside of us that makes us believe that things are bad when in reality they're just how they were before we met the good that ended. But actually, it isn't all that bad if you really think about it because whatever ended will probably live on for as long as you live purely because you wouldn't ever forget them. Its a part of you after-all and those things that are a part of you have very few chances of leaving you forever. If it doesn't make things better for you, I understand. Because sometimes its okay to feel sad about your loss, its okay to feel sad if that's what feels like the right thing to do, its okay if you even want to shed a couple of tears for them because they're so worthy of it. The heart always wants what it wants and catering to it isn't as easy a task as you might mistake it to be. And before you start think its complicated, how does the thought that maybe it feels complicated because its so pure, so pristine and so damn precious? It has no blemishes and you've not seen anything like it before, and maybe that's why you feel its complicated when in reality it is as simple as the simplest of things. Maybe simpler. Think about it, will you?

Lots of love, peace.