Impaired velocity of life.

We have all seen the elders in our houses play with the toddlers and children. How often do we realize that they were once that age. They were kids once too and were loved and pampered as though they’d always be kids and never would they grow old.

Have you ever noticed the wrinkles on an aging old man. Ever thought how a baby with that pretty skin would grow old and wrinkly over the years. The lovely joyful twinkling in the eye of a toddler grows into those infinitely sad melancholic eyes. The transition through the years is magical in a way, tragic in many. Science has answers to how and why we age and true it is in the physical aspect of aging. But why do we lose the innocence we had as children to become the monsters we are if not personally then collectively.

It’s the years that bring in the wrinkles but it’s the day to day living that kills the child within. And what kills the child in us more than anything else is the loss of love. The love we get from our grandparents, aunts, uncles and other elders of the family as children. With passing years not just do you lose people who once loved you, you also lose the innocence you shared with them, you lose a part of yourself you once were. With every parting loved one you are one step further away from your former self.

We thought we’d never fail. We failed miserably, and that failure made us not take particular paths ever again. We thought there would be someone to hold us everytime we fell. We now walk carefully knowing there won’t be anyone to hold us this time, we stopped running from the fear of falling. We thought we’d never be fooled. We now don’t trust anyone as easily. We thought we’d win every single day. And some losses made us never try again, the fear of loss got over the joy of winning.

Of all those wounds some scars remained, they never left our lives. Not every wound turns into a scar but those that do, well! you have to live with them for the rest of your life. We thought we’d be loved always. But sadly it was far from the truth,

“some are broken memories
other memories break us. some promises are broken
other promises break us. some relationships are broken
other relationships break us” – Sonya Kassam

( http://followyourshadow.me/2015/12/07/broken/ )