Haunting Impact
In my mind, images haunt me. The things I don’t want to see- like how the crazy academic would see a red F on a test, the zealous lover catching his partner with another, the demanding parent who realised their child didn’t live up to their expectations, the best friend betraying you or the death of a beloved pet when it meant the world to you. Each of us has a dreaded scenario, we all run away from the “What if-s”, because it is too terrible, even the thought of it shatters us.
But you know when it hits you, when the worst of your nightmares come true, it’s all the same. How you simply do not react at all for the initial shock renders you senseless. It then simply branches into two: Some may be calm, the others go into hysterics. Anger or sadness, but both in hand. Whatever it is, after it hits you, it gets in your blood stream, as much as the initial bliss of feeling numb. You get mad, then sad. Then it starts to hurt like hell- grief.
It may be in the form of bad news- the devoted lover who is worried sick about her boy in the army; the brave patriotic fighting for his country, only to be honoured when he is nothing but a shell, a businessman who recieve news about the stock market crashing, the working mom who got fired who is the sole breadwinner of four children who needed to be fed and schooled. The reactions are all the same, the devastation.
I wish you well if you had hard news-
