Sometimes, some things are very delicate. Although it cannot be seen, but subconsciously you just know that if that delicate balance was being tampered with everything will just fall apart.

Just like traditions, sometimes we just try so hard trying to keep it. For years and years we just continue doing it, we might want it on some years, might dread it for some years but we would still do it. This might be because we know that once we stop doing it, we might never do it again.

It is like some sort of release, once there is a lapse there will be one more, and another and another until it just stops completely. I would just feel that since the last time I can skip it, I am sure it wouldn’t hurt to skip another and this goes on. Just as time heals all wounds, time also erodes significance and covers guilt. I will no longer feel that that matter is important nor I will feel guilty for not doing it. Practice makes perfect?

The matter will die down for some time or maybe forever, until the day you rediscover the significance of the matter, or see the matter in a whole new light.