By : Aliaa Fathy
It’s as if we’re destined to live drinking the bitter cup of loss.
It’s as if we’re destined to live amidst the ruins of memories… memory after memory, and everything beautiful and precious becomes a memory.
Everything around us reminds us… as if memories live only to gnaw at our souls.
When will our journey of suffering end? We don’t know.
How long will we continue to burn inside? We don’t know.
We wonder why fate has toyed with us in this way.
Why has it deceived us, granting us a moment of happiness only to snatch it away again before we’ve even had a chance to savor it?
We lived, we endured, we accepted, and we persevered.
Why does He give us something that doesn’t last?
Why does He grant us happiness that was never meant for us, only to make us endure pain a thousand times over instead of just once?
Why does He make us cling to what is not ours?
To live without hope is a thousand times easier than to live on hope, to breathe it, to live only by it, only to have it slip away again.
What a cruel feeling, and what a devastating end !
