Inclusive
I was told to focus on one thing at a time.
I did.
When I was young,
I focused on learning the lessons, topping the class.
One day, I realised, I didn't have friends.
So, I found myself friends and forgot lessons.
And when I tried to focus back on my lessons, friendship, courtships seemed a threat.
I became a recluse.
Now, came the youth, flooding my body and mind.
I tasted fear, sorrow, betrayal and abandonment.
I turned depressed. All the happiness of the world seemed to me, a pretence.
Once the blue glass broke down, I felt love, warmth and mirth. Now, all the sorrows turned into a worthless facade.
At length, I came at the truth. Life is inclusive. It includes all. Studies, friendships, family, work, love, hatred, betrayal, loyalty, union, separation.
I can't focus on one thing at a time. I can't deny the existence of another while experiencing the other. It's a hollow endeavour to which I need to put an end to. I need to accept that life is made of all and I'm supposed to feel it all without prejudice.
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Short StoryShort Story Collection. I am starting this book with one story right now. I will keep updating as I write new one. The book cover is made by talented @COFFSYRUP.
