On losing

What people always say after a tragedy is this: Things will be okay soon. For some people, things will eventually get better, yet there are others who for one reason or another live with the fact that things will not be okay. The memories linger like thorns of roses on one's skin. The single undeniable thing is life will never be the same.

The biggest tragedy in our lives — when we lose someone we love. Those special people who occupy the largest places in our hearts, no matter if they have a bond that's made from blood, or soul, or minds. When they're gone, things will never be the same. We have to cope with living without them. We are left to imagine a future where they were still in existence. What would be different if he or she were alive? How would our lives turn out?

Losing someone we love, will we be basked in regret? Regret that materialise because we did not appreciate them when they were still around. Regret that we would not be able to give them what we could give. Regret that we did not give them what we could give. All small mistakes done seem petty when we realise that the person is gone forever. Have we asked for forgiveness?

I think that's the thing about humans. So many of us take for granted of the persons that we have that we think they will be there forever. We never craft a possibility that one day, they will not be there to hold you, to listen to your voices, to make you happy, to love you. Have we loved them enough?