Presence in Absence

Sometimes when you enter a place, your heart skips a beat. You get a sense of familiarity – déjà vu. A sudden pang but you cannot put your fingers on exactly. Your emotions run wild and you struggle to get hold of the reign. Not only with places even certain things, people, words, colours, scents etc. It happens when a memory in the unconscious mind is triggered. It can be either blissful or painful memories.

As humans, we experience enumerable things with every breath we take. And there are these breath taking moments that remind us to breathe, making our life worthwhile. At the same time, there are moments which are traumatic and can be life threatening too. It’s a fair deal, good and bad go hand in hand.

We rarely appreciate things that we are blessed with naturally. But anything acquired through nights of yearning and days of hard work or vice versa. We don’t ignore, we cherish them, respect them and hold them in our eyes. Why? Because we earned it through struggle that took us to the very end. So does it mean, we only appreciate hard earned things?

We never get what we want,
We never want what we get,
We never have what we like,
We never like what we have.
And still we live & love.
That’s life…

(Not sure of the source, found it in my mail)

When the person is right next to you, you take them for granted. And in their absence, you understand. Don’t you agree with me?

Their absence can inflict such madness upon you that you just can’t move on. You are desperately in need to feel their presence. Your mind keeps reminiscing the moments together. Your days and nights revolve around their thought, the possible reunion. And you are also ready to go any length to make it happen.

Isn’t it ironic?

Why ignore their presence and later only to acknowledge them in their absence?

Picture Source : Google Images

~Arcane Owl

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14 thoughts on “Presence in Absence

  1. It truly is ironic! But I guess human nature is designed that way. Which is why we are always chasing what we dont have, all the while forgetting what we have! In our mind, all that we have is all that we have conquered, and that’s what makes us want to conquer more! What we humans forget easily is that there is nothing in this world or in this life that we can conquer…at the end of it everything returns to mother earth, in it’s original state…including us humans!

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  2. I really like what you said and how you said it! Yes we do want what we cannot have and at the time it seemed to normal and just there! you always have thought provoking things to say!! Thanks for making us stop and think! loved the picture just brought it all home!

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  3. Hi Owl! Hope you don’t mind I call you owl! Nice article by the way. That’s exactly what I felt about some of my co-workers. Some of them treat me like I don’t exist, but when they need help they come to me. Now I think differently, “work for a cause not applause, live life to express not to impress, don’t strive to make your presence noticed, just make your absence felt.”

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    1. Hi Liza, I don’t mind at all. It feels nice to be called an Owl 🙂 Thanks for coming around and sharing your experience. Moreover, I love the quote. It sounds familiar 😉

      Have a great day!


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