Love and Death surprisingly are a part of an equation, no not that I have been able to work it out yet and some how I don’t find the courage to state that some day I would be able to find out the same. One may put it down to confidence issues.

What was amazing to me is that both of them are so dissimilar; one may put them at two different extremes. Death is something that is inevitable while with love one never can be sure. Yet they do form an equation and that’s what makes life a tight rope on which we all walk.

On second thoughts the outcome of both of these almost always result into pain, grief, misery, suffering and lastly realization of the fact that we are so inconsequential in the big scheme of things. And to some, the ones who are truly emancipated both may turn out be comfort.

Not for me though. Love and death has been the cause of pain and an understanding that I indeed am of very little consequence to the big picture. A picture that has not yet been envisioned by me but am still aware that there is one.

My question is where do I go from here?