The sun sits high in the morning sky - a perfect day to create a picturesque future. Everybody tends to dream including myself. I create a vivid image of my life as in the photos in an elite magazine.
I yawn widely; I did not sleep well the night before and crept out of bed to sneak some hotdogs and pancakes from the fridge. My stomach was aching but the mind was so sure. I continue painting the artwork of my own life - the sky with the right shade of unpolluted powder blue; the green grasses I want to roll over on; and the rainbow-filled life I want to live in.
Wealth, health and joy, everything was in place. As I navigate to a residential street, eyes get widened. The villas, pool, smiles and laughters, I want everything.
The day is almost over. It’s getting dark. The curtain of this stage is about to close. Tears make the vision turn into a blurry memory.
I poised for success and find myself failing spectacularly.
As the curtain-twitching world I inhabit begins to intrude, I find my secrets exposed. And I must confront first my personal downfalls and then each other’s. All I ever wanted was everything. I got nothing.
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