Those Days of a Lost Summer

Youth is so wasted on the ones who carry it as a burden. The changes which wreck havoc to the body and heart are later looked back at as the sweetest damnation possible, irreplaceable but never ever lived through fully.

 

We all know and understand the alchemy of a moment richly lived, but still let it  pass us by ruthlessly, unthinkingly. Why do we consider time as a rich man’s wealth, when it can’t be hoarded or spent endlessly? In its strange and beautiful equalities, we realise it is the only thing bequeathed equitably to all.

 

But we are fooled by time’s serene passage, lulled to forget its irrevocability. And in that lassitude we end with half-lives. In our puzzling pursuit of things which finally matter little - lucre instead of light, breath in lieu of breathlessness - we take away the most precious gift we could give ourselves.

 

And when we realize our folly, often it is with nothing left in our banks - not health, not inclination, not circumstances - and what is lost is a glow, and the possibility of finding light - and being it.

 

If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems which talk of the summers of our lives  -

• A Summery Love Story (in the middle of winter) 
• Indian Summers
• Call Me By Your Name

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The details of the music used in this episode are as follows -

The Positive Way Of Hope Piano Solo by MusicLFiles
Link: https://filmmusic.io/song/7522-the-positive-way-of-hope-piano-solo
License: https://filmmusic.io/standard-license