"The night is here and the day is gone
And the world spins madly on"
I love how the world somehow retains its momentum even when everything we've ever known is crumbling. There are times in our lives when nothing seems to be going anywhere, when we're reduced to shells. We're left wondering whether we'll ever be able to bounce back from the sheer tragedy of it all.
We're innately self centred. We like to believe that the world ends with every painful wail, every sorrowful sigh, every disillusioned teardrop. But that's not the way it is.. The sun will always rise no matter how bleak the night is. The lotus will find its way over the surface of the marsh, rising above the murky waters. People will surprise you, just as you begin to lose hope in them.
See, that's the thing about the world. No matter how painful things get, no matter how much sorrow comes our way, no matter how many times we're reduced to mere fragments of who we used to be... It'll still go on. Somehow, we can take comfort in the fact that the world will continue its mad dance in spite of our personal failures. And even as we're dusting ourselves off and tending to the bruises, we'll slowly beginning twirling along with it..