Simple

Sometimes living is not like the living. We are awake, smiling, eating, talking, sleeping, we are following the routine that we usually do. Is this what living is?

Since childhood, the most heard five words are “This is meant to be.” “So, this is what living is meant to be? To follow a routine” She whispered. The slight blow of air can make someone’s heart move, just like the day when each key of the piano was getting played and she danced gracefully forgetting all her 5W’s and when she puts on her earphones and sings song loudly forgetting that her neighbours can hear her sour voice. It is not just a question for her but a key to open the most important door of her life. She is been played by a lot many people who were not even part of her routine but also been loved by many, which helped her to understand. Which helped her to rise, roar, react, respond, reflect.

When she was 10 her person said to her “There is always a therapy at hand around to solve your bad day” and she laughed a lot after listening to this phrase. She said “Therapy? what is that? Is that any kind of medicine?” giving a gaze look to her person and her person replied “Yes, Its a medicine which helps you fight all your bad bad thoughts and it is just like a popsicle in taste” her face was surprised after listening medicine tastes like a popsicle can say more like disgust? Her person was right at last and she found a therapy to hand.

It is so simple, right? I mean, I won’t say that it’s an end to a story. Like every now and then she has therapy to hand, she is more bold, mature, it’s just that she is still silly, who doesn’t understand what is happening. Who wanna enjoy all the small moments she had, has, will. It is simple for her.