Once upon a morning, Sunlight as bright as Hope streamed in And the breeze came fluttering, Wearing the aroma of a little flower Shyly putting on its new petals. As I turned another corner, Spring stood waiting and Whispered to … Continue reading
When she was a child, her father always told her she could be anyone she wanted. That’s because, he added “you’re a chameleon soul my girl”. She believed in magic and longed for a world where she could attend balls in surreal castles and have tea with the mad hatter.
She grew up to be a fine damsel, yes. And then reality struck at her. Someone did take her for a ride on a white horse, but he was no white knight. The devil was funny and handsome and had such beautiful eyes that she bartered her heart for his demons without a second thought.
She was shattered into a million million shards, reduced to zilch, but then after a century of nightmares, hope whispered in her father’s voice, “you can be anything you want”. So she rose from the ashes, built herself back tiny bit by tiny bit and became a queen, a warrior queen and wore her scars with pride.
It’s true she was a chameleon soul: she was the damsel and the dragon, both. She did not know it, but she had become a kaleidoscope of a woman, iridescent and resplendent; she shone like a diamond but never stopped burning for the things she loved.
My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going. I do not see the road ahead of me. I cannot know for certain where it will end. Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think that I am following your will does not mean that I am actually doing so. But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you. And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing. I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire. And I know that if I do this, you will lead me by the right road though I may know nothing about it. Therefore will I trust you always though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death. I will not fear, for you are ever with me, and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.
“Maybe we’re all part of the same unconscious stew, dreaming the same dreams, hoping the same hopes, needing the same connection, trying to find it, missing, trying again—each of us playing our parts in the other’s plots, just one big ball of human yarn tangled up together. Maybe this is it.”
― Libba Bray
It is way past midnight here and sleep seems miles away. So, I will jot down something that is running on a loop in my mind. Do wishes come true? I had wished for something last summer. I have been waiting for it to come true for so long now. But I do not see any way by which it can come true. I know some would quote ‘The Secret’ here and say that when you really, truly, wish for something, it will come true and you don’t have to know the ‘how’ of it and just believe in the power of your faith.
Well, I really want that wish to come true and I have believed in it till now but lets say this is my question to the universe: How do you plan to manifest this in my life? I don’t want to look like a fool; so go ahead, give me what I wished for. Rekindle that flame of hope. Give me a sign. Nurture my faith.
Yours skeptically,
B
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