Intricate Thoughts# 7

‘Grieving is very important’, she said.Vital to remain sane. She claimed it is a proof that she has let it go, let it pass. It’s an indication that she has accepted the harsh reality. The kid remained silent. Nodded his head. He was too young to even comprehend what he was being told. Now, it was another’s turn to console him on the loss of a loved one. They advised on how he should remain strong. He hung his head down staring at the ground, impassive.

Hundreds came and left. Some spoke in lengths others advised. Some cried hugging him, others just patted and walked away. At night as he lay wide awake staring at the ceiling, inexpressive, he wondered whom is it that he should grieve for. The parent he lost or himself for having to live without them?

Just like the kid in the narration above, I often wonder, whom is it that one grieves for? Is it for the loved one on how his/her dreams will always remain incomplete? Or, is it for oneself on how can we continue living in their absence?Do we grieve for that person saddened on how soon had death embraced them? Or, do we sympathize ourselves on why do we have to go through all this?It is 99% always about us, isn’t it? Mostly, we feel distraught about our own situation than of the person who actually passed away. We miss what they would have said, we miss what they would have cooked and we miss how much we would have been loved and cared for. We would not miss advising them but what they would have told. We would not miss accompanying them but being accompanied. We would not miss on how they would have been happy around us but vice versa. Is functioning this way, being selfish? Or is it just another miserable trait of being human?Do you have a take on this? -HPK!!!