SHORT DREAMS LIKE FLAKES

 SHORT DREAMS LIKE FLAKES.

I looked intently into the eyes of the man that would decide my fate in a matter of minutes. I wasn't ready for the conversation but I knew that I had to brace myself up to face it. It was my prayer request, but for me, it was an inevitable evil.

My birthday was all I could ever hope for. A new age, a new life, a new dream, but nothing like a new phone call was on my wishlist. I painted pictures, drew maps, and traced lines on the large chair that seemed to bear my weight while making my cuts of the conversation. I froze, then unfroze seconds later, and my heart leaped, for the first time since graduate high, 

I counted all the street lights and all the road bumps, and read all the signboards, but my destination was never near. You know what they say about going home, the roads are never near. My spontaneous journey wasn't getting any shorter, maybe because I wasn't going home, I was only going to a place I thought I'll call home.

I didn't wait patiently as time was a ticking bomb, and my eager search for peace couldn't beat the fear of an eventual blast into incognito. One head, two heads, three heads, four heads, and I kept counting till I had printed their names into my long term memory where I hope to store them in the BROTHER file.

And there he was, the man whose words were going to do either of two things. Either to close a chapter of my life, or to turn the next page. And while I clamped my fists, I hoped it was going to be God's will this time. 

Pleasurable smile kindled with excruciating pain led me out of the door I was never going to open again. They say that adult tears are the evidence of wounds that never heal, but what about laughter? What do you say to yourself when all you have is a smile on your face, but a pain to bear? Well, nobody knows.

I can only say this, God's will doesn't only bring happiness, it carries pain along with it. And for me, my first rejection will always be my first pain until my happiness comes. 

Cheers to all of us who have had to bear real pains in pursuit of happiness. Cheers to all of us who have had short dreams which never became big testimonies. Cheers to all of us who still hope even when all hope is lost. Cheers to all of us who have had to close a chapter of our life we always thought was the next big thing. Cheers to all of us who despite agonizing pain still wear a smile and lend our laughs. We are the real MVPs. 

Thank you all for reading my story. My short dream like flakes.

Dedicated to all those who have faced one form of rejection or the other in pursuit of their dreams and aspirations.

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