No one sees or characterizes me as a fragile character. But persistently and unlicensed, it continues to pervert me. It tortures, follows and harasses me like a newborn baby discovering his mother’s nipples. The unbearable needle on the other hand, constantly pounding my back, sticking its point in my mucous, reminds me that I am still this fascinating facade yearning to be uncovered. The disguise needs to be exposed, the hidden vulnerability that can ignite at any minute, needs to be unmasked.
Happiness, like love, is not a feeling but a choice. It is a state of being. Both, happiness and love come from the same place… having gratitude for what we do have and not forsake it for what we don’t. Life does not always walk a straight narrow path but it can surely be full of joy.
She walked into my office one day and quietly shut the door behind her. She quickly removed her scarf and there, staring at me was a portrait of a beautiful, restful innocent woman, beaming up an alluring smile that not even an artist hand would have carved. Although, she was in her forties, a picture of flawlessness, childlike like calmness, wrinkle free silhouetted face the world wouldn’t dare see, emerged.
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