Life Goes On

The parting was difficult. Neither you wanted to leave, nor did I want to lose you. It was our destiny to go our separate ways.

When we were together, I never thought much about you, though you were always there for me. You endured all the sweet and bitter moments of life with me. I took you for granted. You were my hidden pearl, always keeping a low profile. I regret not caring enough for you. Never knew my sweet indulgences were afflicting you until you rebelled and started pestering me.


Yes, you hurt me, you made me suffer. I spent many sleepless nights and painful days. I prayed to all known and unknown deities for your well-being. You remained unrelenting. I even mended my ways and started caring for you, but the damage had been done. Nothing could reverse it.

You were not at fault at all, nor was there any accident or violence involved. My recklessness alone is to be blamed.

I cried when I learned that you will no longer be with me. When you were gone, I was in pain for many days. Gradually, as time passed, the wound healed. Although I don’t miss you a lot, sometimes when I am alone, I do think about you. It’s been many years. The gap you left is still there. I feel incomplete without you. No one can take your place.

Despite the mind-numbing pain at such separations, despite the severity of a loss, life goes on. Now I want to use my loss to spread the message of love and care, though lately I have realized people don’t learn from others’ mistakes. RIP, dear pearl of wisdom! You showed me the light, taught me a lot. Now I brush my remaining pearls three times a day, floss them twice a day, and also get them cleaned by a dentist every six months.

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