Peking 1954 |
The little girl in the picture had never been hurt. How could she. She was smothered in so much love by parents who wanted to shield her from all that was bad and tried their best to do so. I know that my papa would have plucked the moon from the sky and brought it into my space had I so desired and were it possible. But life is not a bed of roses and the thorns start appearing sooner than one thinks. Some are easily removed and barely leave a scar, others fester for far longer than you would want and leave ugly scars that even time does not heal.
Then one fine morning when things seem almost unbearable and unending, you suddenly realise that it is you who holds the key to your release as all you actually seek is peace, even if it means to forgive those who have hurt your most. Forgive them in your heart and walk on without looking back and above all ever allowing them to enter your space.
To some it may seem cowardly as if one was running away from reality. Not at all. It is simply not allowing something that had taken all the breathing space in your life to cast even the smallest shadow on your twilight years when you have finally earned the right to peace.
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