Ever felt like something inside of you is cracking up? Like your hitherto solid frame has now started to break apart. Cracks have started making their way through you, going deep, ripping you inside out, and you like a spectator watch the pieces you were built of fall right in front of you. Shatter into million bits, and with them the only hope that you had of maybe sticking them back again and continue moving? Watching yourself falling, crumbling down like building ravaged my time and war, fragmenting to such a level that no matter how much you wish it can't be put together ? If not, Congratulations! Life has been very merciful to you.
But then when I think upon this, and watch those pieces of me lying there, I see a new spark in them. They are not dead or lifeless. What's lying below are those million me that will grow. Grow to become more experienced, more hopeful and optimistic, to stand strong against the attacks of life that will many a times knock me down, but will never be able to extinguish the fighting spirit. Because each bit of me will grow, to comeback at life with double of my previous strength and in millions of numbers.
Though no matter how much realistic the former sounds, it is the latter one that I believe in. Always.