Reflections

Pain and the rains are the only two things that I pretty distinctly remember from my childhood. Pain of losing the battle of life so many times, before ultimately realizing that life wasn't a battle after all. And the rains that used to fall so pitifully on my self inflicted wounds, like a friend that chose to be at your side despite having the option of being anywhere else in the world.

That's how I slowly began to form my world, with failures that kept teaching me about life and its continuity, and forevers that kept falling upon me in the form of love being poured by the rains.