Pieces, Remembering

Throughout our lives, people come and go all the time. Some became friends and stayed on as significant people in our lives; those are the ones who will always stay with us till the end of time. Some were just acquaintances we barely knew or remembered before we all moved on; either we didn't care enough to know more about them and vice versa, or the time of contact was so brief there wasn't enough opportunity to get to know each other more. Yet others were people we cared very much and would like to keep in touch but alas the feeling wasn't mutual (or vice versa). Those were the kinds that usually end up in broken pieces, not unlike the photo above (pardon the double negative).

Had I known if things were to end up in tragedy, would I still go ahead and gotten to know them? I don't know. Maybe yes, maybe no. Life works in a mysterious way, and in its interwoven mysteries it somehow will lead us along the path that is meant just for us, and nobody else. No one has the boon of knowing the future, so we are all equal in that sense. Every step we take shapes our paths; every choice we fail to make draws us away from what could have been. We will fall, we will hurt along the way. But if all the pain and heartbreaks we have to endure is in exchange for some happiness, love and peace, even if for only a fleeting moment, I reckon it's worth it. After all, we only live once. And we'll never be young again.