The Act of Rebuilding

I feel the true meaning of life lies in rebuilding yourself,
For that to happen, fall in love with someone, something, or some idea for that matter,
Love deeply and passionately, until you start loving with every single cell of your existence,
And one fine day loose that someone, something, or some idea for that matter,
To the cruel realities of life,
Fall into that dark labyrinth of depression,
Get sucked into that vortex of sadness,
Shatter every bit of you into thousand pieces,
And then, shatter those thousand pieces into thousand more pieces,
Until your are left with just the shell called you.
Then begin the humongous task of reclaiming you back,
True happiness is when you have picked up all the those broken pieces
Fumbling and trembling with the sheer intensity of the task,
Joining all the bits and pieces, one at a time,
Hiding your scars and pains behind the mask of a subtle smile,
All the time determined to get back, what you have lost.
And time and again I say, to know, to understand true bliss,
You should have tasted the true essence of sorrow.