"Dont think there are no crocodiles because the water is calm" - Malayan Proverb
Like a predator lurking deep beneath the surface,making no noise and causing no ripples upon the water, our denied feeling lies in wait, and when it lashes its tail and sinks its teeth deep in to us we cry out in shock and pain, wondering where it came from and why it has attacked us now?
Every one knows that feeling! A certain song that brings back a memory of a lost love. The hint of a fragrance that reminds us of grandma's house. The scent of a cologne that lingers on a sweatshirt, after he is gone. And we always act so surprised when the memory floods our minds, taking over all other thoughts, stunning us into a moment of inaction, as we try to not to remember because the pain of loss is just too much to deal with.
We sit and shake, then slowly regain control, and vow that next time. . . next time, it won't overtake us . . . next time we will be prepared. And when 'next time' happens, we react the same way, paralyzed for a moment in heart, mind and soul. Until we finally overcome the pain, and we can look back on it as only a faded memory that time has helped to erode.
