In one way or the other, all of us are dealing with separation - from the loss of someone dear, crushed dreams or something that we do not think we'll get again.
It's a curious thing - separation. It brings along with it the most intense, and the most subtle emotions - grief, nostalgia, melancholy - all longing for a trace of joy.
Consciously, we've forgotten it, moved on - that's the way the human mind works, but the impact is always there, pulling the threads to our actions and decisions. Nothing is ever truly forgotten. It's a weight we carry within us day and night, the weight that keeps us pinned to reality.
In the words of Shakespeare -

How far a candle throws its beam,
so shines a good deed in this naughty world

Everyone has their eyes set on the brilliant flame.
But hardly do people notice the smoke rising above, or the wax melting away, while the candle becomes smaller and smaller, until it dies altogether, quenching the flame along with it.
The story of the flame, the wax and the smoke is one of perpetual separation.
They live together only long enough to create a brilliant light in our minds, and warmth in our hearts.



This post, in particular, is written on this particular day, as it marks a very significant change in my life, and the lessons it taught me.