If all of these were only happening four or five years ago, I would have been the happiest man, because I would have beside me the proudest wife there would be in the world.
I knew she would have been happy and proud. I just knew she would.
But now, all of these seem bare and empty.
True, I am enjoying the accolades… the acknowledgments… the affirmations.
Honestly, I don’t understand why I tarried? Why did it take me so long?
Now, things that I only used to dream of are within my reach.
I should be happy.
I am, actually. To be honest, I am.
But once nighttime sets and silence prevails… the truth shouts itself… I am alone.
With no one to share all these accomplishments with… with no one beside me who would have been proud… for she’s already in another place.
Go on, I must. Because such is the norms of life... to continue the trek, to go on with the journey… and continue to accomplish more… accomplishments that all seem like shells – colorful and attractive… yet empty.
1 comment:
Being alone must be really sad..but as you said, you have to move on, just hang on.. ;)
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