~grief~

It is said that a person stops maturing from the moment trauma hits him. The young act like seniors and the old never lose the childlike demeanor. 

Our defenses are a proof of our battles and the first injuries of the very first wars we survived. Trauma, is not the end of the world but a badge of no honour we parade unconsciously, burdened by its weight...

A child learns to use the lessons of the past as his guiding compass....an old man turns it into grief and while he is at it, plants it like a careless farmer and watches it grow into more pain, with utter dismay. 

Grief, however, has a lesson to teach...it wants to awaken inside you and me, a sliver of empathy...

For I've read somewhere, that grief is as ancient as time and rooted in compassion... grief is unexpectedly gifted to a person for him to understand the world around him, in its most vulnerable naked and stark oddity.