In The Wind

To all the ones that we lost.

Feelings. A weird concept isn't it? You feel things, thanks to your senses. Yes, the five general ones. There's nothing much complex about those honestly. Well other than if you lack sensitivity in these senses, like did you know some people aren't born with a sense of smell? Think about being one of those people and having to cook. Anyway, you know the other group of feelings - which are slightly unrelated to these five senses. Now that's the real, *uhm* excuse my language if you will, shit - the real shit. I don't know politically if this is correct or not but I, personally, like to call these feelings - emotions. Say it with me, emotions. *theatrical silence*

Again, I don't know anything about actual psychological terminology and/or about you, but I literally feel a different emotion every single moment or every single day. And sometimes, I don't even know how to term certain feelings - like how in the world would you describe what I feel when I'm singing boy band songs (or man bands to be more precise) on the top of my lungs, dancing like a mad girl as if I don't have assignments to complete, syllabus of five subjects to revise, a future career path to decide, and basically an actual life to live.

But moving forward from my obsessions and coming to the main idea here, you feel everything even if you don't realise. Doesn't matter what age, gender, religion you are because feelings don't have criteria. They define open-mindedness with zero discrimination. Yet, the diversity amongst the thought process of all beings is unique.

Emotions arise from different aspects. You feel happy when eat your favourite food. You feel exhausted after a whole day of work. You feel angry when things don't go your way. You feel frustated when you're not succesful after a million tries. You feel embarrassed when you speak something stupid. You feel sad when you loose someone. There are times when you feel things that you shouldn't and no, I'm not talking about one-sided love.

We feel sad at loss, doesn't matter of what. That's a thing quite not right about us. We hate goodbyes. Now, I'll agree that hating goodbyes is good sometimes but only sometimes.  Goodbyes aren't supposed to be all bad. We can't cling to nouns forever, we have to let go some day or the other. If we won't, we forfeit to challenges and say no to growing.

We look at present and push all emotions aside other than sadness, choosing to spend our lives with it forever. Not once thinking about the future where the prerequisite is the presence of not just sadness but all feelings and emotions. That is basically omitting out the upcoming part of life. The little part of sadness is necessary to remember the pros and cons of the situation we're in but the longer its stay is, the more we ignore the fact that the sun which has risen also has to set and the moon that has set also has to rise. Over this neverending loop of dawn to dusk and dusk to dawn, we will loose comrades. But all we can do is, try our best and remember:

Goodbyes are bittersweet

But it's not the end  

I'll see your face again.