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The Bitch

“You really are such a bitch!”

You wake up in the morning, hoping against hope that it will be a great day. Your eyes are still aching with the pain of last night’s crying. As you open your eyes, the faint memory of last night’s dilemma crosses your mind. You think over it again, and try to remember what you had resolved right before you had closed your eyes the previous night. As all those dreadful thoughts cross your mind again, there is a silent tear that rolls down your cheek, unable to resist.  You had left it all behind you the previous night, or so you thought!

Now, rolled comfortably in your blanket you realize how one thought had led to another, like one path leading to another. You had journeyed through a whole world of thoughts. The world that was round, ending where it all started. You had landed in the same place, the same dilemma, with maybe a little more clarity! You had been running away from this one thing, one person, and one word. Running like crazy, before you realized that the world was really round and there was no escape!

In the midst of all this, you raise your head from the pillow. You look outside, at the Sun that is so seamlessly powerful, but now stands like a tamed ball of orange. No, it doesn’t inspire anything in you. Not even the slightest tinge of confidence or belief in yourself. Still in the stupor of those thoughts, you finally get up from your bed and look at the mirror. The mirror shows you that beautiful person, who deserves to be happy. Those eyes may be tired but they are willing to give it all a try, once again. This person in the mirror has seen it all, the good and the bad. She knows that it’s really just a phase and she can pull herself up again.

Looking at her, you fake a smile that perhaps doesn’t convey much. You brush your teeth, take a bath and start preparing for the day!

“Yes, I agree. Life is really such a bitch.”
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