Godsend -Robbie Cavanagh
[Epilogue]
One day she herself blurted out. Made me believe, she was so in love with me.
Next day, she bazooka-ed, bamboozled the baloney on me.
To be honest, I was scared of losing her for I thought she was the one.
I prayed I dreamt, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.
Nevertheless, it happened. I lost her. She walked away just like that.
[The plot]
She ran away. She disappeared.
She slipped away like desert sand, so fast; leaving a stained, stinking, suffocating vacuum of colossal proportion at my heart, in my life.
Awfully awestruck, poorly heartbroken and left alone, I befriended my bed and the pillows to slop, hide away my tears from the world.
I pretended to smile for quite a time.
I saw my parents were distressed for I hadn’t left my room that entire festive season.
I smelled like sweat. I stank like a tunnel rat. Disbelief, Depression was my only company for quite a time.
I can see my brother, my sister were worried too.
They all loved me. She left.
[The turning point]
Murphy’s Law states, “Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.”
But someone wiser also told:
It is nobody’s fault that life has problems. It is simply a law of probability. There are many disordered states and few ordered ones. Given the odds against us, what is remarkable is not that life has problems, but that we can solve them at all.
He further added, “… there is a related insight here. You should probably quit things faster than you do. There is always a risk that you will quit too early, but of all the possible things you could be exposed to and invested in, it is very unlikely that you are currently engaged in the best thing for you. Thus, if results are not coming easily, move on.”
[Conclusion]
Yes, I drove my wrecked Titanic back on the water.
And I didn’t choose to sink like Jack did for his Rose because she isn’t the one.
The
Rose.