Broken.

Lifehouse - Broken

 Broken.

“The Broken clock is a comfort; it helps me sleep tonight. Maybe it can stop tomorrow, from stealing all my time.”

Indeed, it is. When you retire onto your bed and think of all that’s happened. You imagine how everything used to be and how it is, now. How you thought it would be in the future and how different it turned out to be.

The times when everything seems to fall apart. The moment when you feel that you’ve lost yourself. This song truly depicts the feelings of such a person. It used to be one of my favourite songs but I hadn’t listened to it for quite a time. It just came up in the playlist of media player of the cell. And with it, came a stream of 

nostalgia. And a thought that I can still relate to this song.

The soul of this song is not to impart pessimism; rather optimism.

I find it very amusing that at times, from what should be the greatest despair for us, comes a ray of hope. It is up to us whether to turn this ray into a halo of light and hope, by accepting it. Or we can just let it go and fall back into the abyss of despair.

It seems tough, at times impossible, to get back up. But it’s never too late. And I remember my friend once telling me, that there’s always this grace in getting back up when you’re downtrodden. And you get back up wiser and stronger, every time.

But there’s this part of you that knows and keeps telling you, that not anymore. You can’t do it. Then, there’s the other part which asks you to take one more step. Pushing you forward just like you’d do to any kid. Take this next little step and move ahead. Just this once. Don’t look back. The first part comes back and tells you that it’s just a trick. It’ll happen again. You’ll get hurt again. The other part tells you pain and hurt will always be there. You can lock yourself from everyone. Live alone. Stay alone. You’d be successful in eschewing the pain and hurt but you won’t be living, then. Just breathing. You’d not just avoid the hurting but also, those jubilant moments. Those moments which define life. Don’t worry, I won’t bore you more; by bringing the first part back. But the tennis match continues.

Everyone makes their own choices. Mostly, the easier and safer road is on cards. That’s because the harder thing to do and the right thing to do, are usually the same things.

And now, when I’m pushed down to my knees. When I’m downtrodden. I decide to take the part less travelled by. I decide to trust the little hope I have, and I shall cling to it. Trusting it to unfold my paths ahead. No matter how formidable, they may seem.

“I may have lost my way now; haven’t forgotten, my way home.”