A Life Imagined

“…and then they felt extremely happy and satisfied that you were destroyed, and went home.” According to my own observations, this is not what happens when it comes to understanding the purpose of competition or envy or hatred of any kind. As a younger person I thought this is what is supposed to happen, as if in some weird way, it was a path to happiness for many, a path I did not understand well. Just like smokers do not get non-smokers, this was a way of life. It isn’t. It is some kind of nebulous cloud that keeps people connected. It is some fear of what might happen. This has been the most hilarious bit to me whenever witnessed because I oftentimes do not know myself what will I become while others look at me as if what lies behind my smile is a loving husband of many years, a house, a splendid job, two dogs, and three horses. If I ever removed the curtains from behind my face, it would be a blank space of imagination, perseverance, and some soundtracks that mimicked the regular rhythm of life and relentless heartbeats of never giving up.