Lazy Musing

I sit by the tavern,

Beside an old, hoary man,

And I tell him all —

That I am broken,

Splintered into a million shards,

Bereft of even the faintest tinge

Of hope and dreams.

He sighs,

Raises his silvery brows,

And fixes his pair

Of steely eyes

Straight at me,

Then softly whispers

A tale so true —

How he carved

And chiseled down

A fine life of his own,

Out of this dark,

Troubled world.

Then I rise,

And leave,

With head held low,

In utter shame.

What's on my mind?

You are not really impressed with a drop of water because you think it has no value. So, you look away and leave, apparently in a quest for some better, bigger stuff elsewhere. Just then this drop of water slips into the ocean. Now tell me, my friend, doesn’t it have any value? If you still think no, go ask the ocean. 

Likewise, it so happens in life that you leave some stuff behind including the people once you cared so much about believing that you deserve to move on for your ‘supposed’ bigger dreams only to realise that those who you left behind have doubly prospered in your absence. Oh yes, they might break down and long for your return but eventually, they will learn to get up and move on (with a heavy heart) just like you did.