Happiness, Nostalgia, Loneliness, Love, Heartbreak and Hope
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Life is a Journey of Emotions

Life is a journey in which we experience all kinds of emotions. They torture us, comfort us and sometimes they are indifferent to our stream of existence.

 Let me tell you a story: the story of Happiness, Nostalgia, Loneliness, Love, Heartbreak and Hope – the six people I’ve met. We’ve all met some or all of these people at some point of time and here’s my story of where I met them or when I met them, and how I met them.

I first met Happiness when I got to play on swings for the first time when I was 2. Seeing the swings made me feel incredible. I couldn’t explain it at first because I was so young, I didn’t know emotions yet, but when someone named Happiness came, I immediately knew what I felt when I was two and in the years that followed. Happiness stayed with me for long. It was with me when we changed cities. It was with me when I changed my school and adapted well in it. Happiness was with me when I was with my friends and family. To sum it up, Happiness was with me when I was young. When I grew older Happiness had to leave. I begged Happiness, “please don’t go”, but Happiness told me, “I need to.”

And then came in Nostalgia. Nostalgia came in when I was too busy to go play on swings and was missing that. Nostalgia came in when I was looking at old photos with my family and was reminded of some little moments of joy, pain, anger or embarrassment. Nostalgia was with me when I wished to be a little kid again with no worries in life. Nostalgia made me miss Happiness more, and made me wonder when will Happiness come back again. And then Nostalgia left, and in came another person. I was hoping the person to be Happiness, the person wasn’t.

Happiness is always a coincidence.

José Bergamin

The person who came in was like an unwanted friend; a friend I never wanted to be with, a friend I hated so much, but that friend just won’t go away no matter how hard I tried. The person was Loneliness. Loneliness came when I had no friends. Loneliness was with me when I locked myself up in the bathroom crying for long. Loneliness was with me when I was growing up during my teen years. No matter how hard I try, I can never befriend loneliness. “Don’t worry, I won’t stay forever” said Loneliness. And so Loneliness left.

And this mystifying, inexplicable, mysterious person came. The person was Love. I wanted to tell Love that I wasn’t ready to meet him yet. Love came unexpectedly. Love came when I met someone who was always by my side, supporting me. Love was with me when I had a shoulder to cry on. Love was with me when I first wrote poetry. Love was with me when my best friend told she would never leave. I didn’t know why Love came, but I didn’t want Love to leave. But just like everyone and everything else, Love wasn’t meant to last.

And so Heartbreak came. Heartbreak came when my best friend turned into a stranger. Heartbreak came when I pushed away the person who stood by me and, supported me. Heartbreak was with me when I saw sadness and disappointment in the eyes of people who were close to me. I couldn’t wait for Heartbreak to leave, but Heartbreak stayed a little longer than I wanted Heartbreak to. ” As much as I’m opposite, I’m the twin of love”, told Heartbreak when we finally departed.

And a beautiful person named Hope came. Hope came when the storm was over. Hope was with me when I started believing in myself. Hope was with me when I decided to write again. Hope was with me when I saw people believing in my abilities. Hope was with me when I said to myself, ” I can survive all of this with a graceful smile.” Hope was with me when I found myself. And I was hoping Hope would never leave.

Now I’ve learnt the truth. Life is a journey in which these six people come and go. They leave and the come back, in no particular order. Happiness came back when I met my best friend. Happiness is with me when I’m around people I love. Nostalgia still comes back looking at old photographs or talking about is memories. And suddenly one day, Loneliness came back in the middle of the night. But good thing I was stronger and made Loneliness leave sooner. And Love returned to confess “I’m the only one who stays. I’ve been with you since forever, and I’ll be with you forever. I am with you everytime you’re with your friends and family. No matter what you’re feeling, I’m aways with you when you are with people who mean so much to you.” Heartbreak came again but I’ve started to accept it’s presence. Now, I’m with Hope. Hope is with me while I’m writing. Hope is with me when I see people helping other people who are known or unknown. Hope is with me when I see people doing their bit to save the world. And now that I know the truth of these six people, I’ve accepted them. I’ve accepted that people I don’t want to leave will leave and, people I don’t want to come back will come back. I’ve accepted they’re always here. They will be here unexpectedly, and sooner or later any of them will come. Whenever and whoever will come, they’ll be greeted with a warm “welcome back!”


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