We are humans.
We love, we laugh,
we cry, we hate.
We hope.
We despair.
We learn and
we forget.
And in the end
We live
And we die.

The most important thing in life is why we live. What is our desire. Our calling. That one thing we would move mountains for. Love? Family? Revenge? I don’t believe we are aware of it. Not really. Not in a conscious way. But we know of it. We breath it. We embrace it. And in the end, we die for it.

Desolation :
1. a state of complete emptiness or destruction
2. great unhappiness or loneliness

A great emptiness. A hollow state. We all felt that at least once. Desolation.

Humans are social beings. Interacting with each other is critical for our state of mind. For the peace of our soul. Being alone – lonely – for too long leaves it’s marks. And it’s so hard to come back from it. Once we fall that much, climbing back is hard.

Like the dark notes of a cello. Like the bitter taste of dark chocolate. Like the richness of silk. They are no comfort. They a reminder of what we are and what we’ve been. A reminder of what we could become.

A ritual of yearnings. Of dreams and wishes. Unfulfilled. Of the heavy weight of knowledge. Ignorance is a bliss. Knowledge is power. What is the answer?

Desolation is a state of being. And for all it symbolizes lack, it is heavy. A lead ball lodged into your chest. Pressing upon your heart. You don’t get sad. You don’t get angry. And happiness is a hollow feeling. And maybe you destroy because you have forgotten how to create.

But that’s okay. This is but a big world we live in. With things that you will once love. And things that you will once hate. But you will grow. You will climb from the pit you have hidden in and you will bloom like the gorgeous flower full of life you were meant to become all along. This is just a state. Just for a moment. It is to color you brighter. With darker colors, to make you more passionate when you will be filled with what you deserve. Life. Love. Joy. A chance to move on.