Through The Ruins......A Story by DaisyThis is not a story. Its a Reflection. An In-Complete Reflection.
There is something so beautiful about INCOMPLETENESS. How
going back to the ruins of some abandoned heritage makes you an “offbeat traveller”
whilst coming back to the ruins of your ownself makes you a “failure” ? Why? Aren’t we all born out of the ruins? It’s a much larger depiction of life than life itself. Its only when something is broken that something can be created out of it- even if its as small as a tiny emerging leaflet struggling out of the cracks. Its life coming in a full circle. Every piece,every crack whispers an untold story ,a smell of the past and a hope of the future. Its not jst the ruins --its what is LEFT over. Yes! Its still LEFT.Its YOU and Its ME.Its US in someone's abandoned dream.It’s the past in the present and the present in the future.Its LIFE. It has not fallen apart.It has stood stronger.It would not be wrong if I say that which is left was always the strength of that which was created out of it.The weak rocks fell apart so that the strong ones can rise to the surface. Only when you are broken is when you know that you are the strongest and the highest purpose of yourself. There will always be a certain kind of loss in all that is found.What you find is what you are,its what I am and its what the old temple once was. You don’t need perfection to tell a story. Imperfection is a story in itself that speaks without being told.
“Something is better than Nothing”--true but if there was nothing there wouldn’t have been something and that’s what is amazingly inherent about the ruins.It so innocently depicts the oneness of Everything in Nothing.Incomplete in complete. Every ruin, every crack, every heartbreak, every loss and every end is a new beginning ; a point of creation; a point where the creation merges with the creator and you are born again.You see its such a freaking art and U yes U are a freaking artist! You are not ruined.Its not over yet. It will never be over and the glass my dear is not half empty,its half full and if you have ever wondered if there is someone like you who is as broken as you are, who has lost her struggles in life and lost in love ; just know that yes there is someone as real and strange and passionate as you are waiting to grow with you.. together.. you are never alone and never will be.. for if inanimate particles of an abandoned mass of bricks can stand so strong so can we with life in us and faith in ourselves.So get up and reach out for the vastness for it’s the only cure to being lost. Taste the wine of imperfection and for hell once.. Be Incomplete..I mean IN-COMPLETE!!!! © 2016 DaisyAuthor's Note
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