The Fickle world !

He came from nowhere and didn’t know where he was heading. He seemed lost, confused, like a paper boat caught in a hurricane, with turmoil eroding the last traces of sanity. He was escaping, hoping for a better tomorrow, but he didn’t know for sure. Unsure is sure quality of his insanity. He wanted a fresh start, desperately. He didn’t know how he was going to achieve it. He caught himself searching for something that needs acceptance than arrogance.

He vowed to find a muse, an inspiration, a candle in the whirlwind of his bad luck. He wanted to find the elusive abundance of good luck that had deserted him for so long. He yearned for the peace and tranquillity that had been hiding from him. It was not a search in vain; a search of a fairy.

Then he met her and they regarded each other cautiously, unsure of just how much attention the other person warranted. She seemed harmless enough, but he was expecting his seemingly unlimited quota of bad luck to step in again.

They went on to talk about other things mundane. Time flew by and a pact was etched in stone between them, unwritten yet indelible. It took time, obviously. It did not happen overnight. He began to experience her presence more and more in his life until it almost became an addiction. Over time, he started craving for her company. She became the beacon of light in the darkness that had clouded him. She forced him to embrace good luck again, though he never knew how she managed to do that.

He still had no destination in mind, but he knew that his journey wouldn’t be lonely any more; the journey that he had started from nowhere and had seemed to head nowhere yet she  made it more bearable. He had a lot of things to be thankful for. And for a million things more.

He had found his muse. He had found his share of good fortune but never accepted it. Again, he pondered on his destination. He got back to nowhere. Was it hard to use the beacon light for him?  He lost the fairy and the good fortune and certainly enough that he would not know what he lost also. His bad influence and his confusion could not realise the fairy is for his rescue.

Probably it is the pun of the mind that it can be a servant of false illusions but not the master of tough reality. Hence, the present of life is lost , so is the purpose of living ! 

Once you accept your limits, then you go ahead ~ Albert Einstein 

Dedicated to all the fools who feel women are the disturbing elements of life!