The big heartbreak and the celebration that follows

Shining lights, cheerful music, people dancing, some falling in love, some finding new acquaintances. That’s how an ideal celebration should be (although everyone has their way of celebrating, I perceive it the way I wrote). There is something deep inside humanity that loves to celebrate the best things in life.

Celebration allows us to relax and unwind in the midst of busy and crazy lives. We use celebrations as an excuse to gather with the friends and family that mean the most to us. Also, we enjoy celebrations because they allow us to remember the things in life that truly matter. As we celebrate, we allow the stresses of life to fall behind and we spend our time doing things we love with the people we love. There is something about a great celebration that reminds us of the purpose of our life and of the power of our closest relationships.

But now let’s jump over to the other side, the moment celebrations end, then what? We ourselves create a void that we hope to fill again. And then again go back to the grimy old ways of living our lives. Even if we remember why we celebrated it, that emptiness always sinks us down further and further. Then we start feeling that we should live the celebrating life always. Looking for the larger things always and forgetting the little things that actually made up to the big occasion.

We create organised chaos for ourselves and then we are not able to comprehend the results. Instead, we begin longing for more, we end up being the victims of breaking our own hearts, and the cycle repeats. Then we forget the little things that actually end up being more enjoyable, but we always hunt for the large. In the end, it’s little things that give us away. And it’s those little things that we miss the most when celebrating. That’s when we break our hearts when the celebration repeat.