Dry your eyes.

How easy it is for us to take each day, each word, each person and each moment for granted. And how much we ache when these things are taken away from us abrubtly. Like the body shuts down and stops reasoning properly. Our spirit dies and we don't care about anything anymore. We don't care if we make fools of ourselves on our mission to recover the scraps left behind. We are desperate to bring our lives back to 'normality', back to the same routine we had before, the same security and comfort.

We feel lost as if in a huge desert without a map or guide. Just vast emptiness. We are usually so in control of what happens in our lives, that when we have no control over a situation, it completely knocks us off our feet.


We breakdown in seemingly unending sadness and those around us try to comfort us but their words just don't hit the mark. We lie there, letting our minds go over it time and time again. We blame ourselves, we blame others, then we blame ourselves again. The healing process begins when we cry our eyes out in despair. We flush our system from all the bottled up emotion, fear, anger and stress. Then we feel wasted. And we're bitter, probably more so when we realise what we've just put ourselves through to simply accept the facts of the way things have turned out.

Dry your eyes, mate. ;)