When Magic Happens

When Magic Happens
Magic begins where logic ends; I have been standing on a point where one blends into the other. Practically, I have been waiting for a long time for logical reasoning to end, love to happen and work its magic on me. it is quite a          silly proposition, but it seems to be quite a long time since I have been waiting, and I appear a fool now. A pessimist might say love is never to happen with me, but I shall never give up hope.

Time had given me a whole lot of wounds and bruises, and several of them have been quite obnoxious; they have been quite painful, and it is a long time since they were healed-up and taken care of. I feel quite bad about them when I realise there can never be a permanent remedy for my bruises and injuries.

 They will remain a part of me as long as I live, and ultimately, I’ll accept them as a part of my life. They did cause a certain amount of pain when they were inflicted, and their scars shall always be a gruesome reminder of this pain. This pain shall make all atrocities life is to inflict on me in the days to come appear to be puny and insignificant.

Somehow, I know the days to come are going to be worse than all that I have already been through; life isn’t going to be easy for me; never. A complete comprehension of this simple truth of life should dawn upon me in a few days, otherwise they are going to hover over my future and make it quite unbearable for me.

I shall have to bear through my future with all kinds of injuries over myself, but I’ll have to make sure I don’t make a display of any negative trait within me; I know a display of my negative feelings can be quite detrimental to my well-being, I should always put up a positive outlook. It is a long time since I stopped trying to anesthetise my bruises in public. All the same, I strongly feel fate should now loosen all knots it had tied over me and my future.  There is a lot of pressure to be released, and it should be released now.

I wandered along a completely new track for a long time in the hope of at least some pressure being released; it was completely a new situation for me, I felt like an overblown-balloon on the verge of exploding for a long time; the novelty of the experience struck me worse than a bolt of lightning could, but it has gradually become a part of my life. I fail to understand how this could happen with me, but I have come to  accept a dissonance as a normal part of my life.

I find myself struggling to keep walking in a straight direction despite all efforts made by  my fate to deflect me from my chosen path. I strongly feel this is the only way to get to my goal, although everyone else seems to be already at their chosen destination after walking on a different track.

The winner of the conflict between me and my fate decides the direction of my walk, but I always find myself stronger of the two on most occasions. Of course, there are certain moments when my opponents manage to win the race, but I make sure it is always a tough game for them.

I often wonder if this cat-and-mouse game is going to end anytime soon. A voice from within says this game is the very essence of life. It is never going to end. It is to be carried on by my next generation, and even the next. I shall have to learn to put up with whatever values the race throws in for me if I want to live happily.

I strongly feel it is a long time since I and my fate parted ways. There is very little I can do but wait for a quick termination of my trials. I hope they end soon.