A Sagacious Narrative.

Thea
3 min readAug 18, 2023

“It just feels like yesterday when I was making paper boats and sailing them in my imaginary ocean of happiness”

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“Well, life has changed so much now. The stress, negativity, polished deceit and above all crooked thoughts of others have been dominating over my own self.

Mr. Lorcan, do you see how badly I am shedding my weight? and look, look at these 3 newly emerged heavy pimples on my face, why do you think they are appearing now out of the blue?

When I look at it, the only new thing added to my daily drill is stress, melancholy, emotional imbalance with an extra touch of my overthinking” her heart had so much to pour.

“You know the other day I was sitting in my balcony and wondering about how our life takes us on the roller coaster ride.

And how, once we are on the ride we are left with two choices, either we enjoy the ride or we cry the entire ride and in the end laugh about it or to put it better regret crying the entire ride.

If you think about it, the irony about this ride is, we get to ride only once. When the ups and downs get petrifying we tend to give in but you know if we hang in tight, open our arms wide open the fear dissolves in itself and the time after that start turning to delight.

Don’t worry Mr Lorcan , I am not trying to share my wisdom with you.

I am just sitting back, sipping my coffee and phase by phase bouncing off the epiphany I had.”

The ardent conversation that Myra and Lorcan were having was turning more perceptive. Though Lorcan had wisdom sharp as a tack to offer, he just sat back offering his listening skills to her.

“Mr Lorcan guess what, I am carrying my journal today and I would want to read you out the page I wrote yesterday.

How would you like hearing it?” She posed with an inquisitive sparkle in her eye

“Tell me about it Myra, I’ve been waiting for your pieces of words put together” Lorcan responded ebulliently

Myra smiled, took her notepad and sat back on the couch she was sitting in. Turning one page at a time she was curiously hunting for her piece.

“Aah! There it is” she beamed and started reading it out loud

“There is a reason why someone feels unaccepted, low and sad. There is a reason why someone struggles so bad with relationships specially with family and there is a reason why things fluctuate as bad as earthquake shaking the ground, for someone.

Most of the times its pointed that the reason is “Within us” but no I feel our sights are blurred.

Since our inception, the world around us including our family has taught us to put importance in the everything but our inner self. They’ve taught us multiple ways to undermine ourselves and to easily follow what the crowd is following and never to stand by the questions and gut posed by our inner mind.

We keep holding relations forcefully even when we see them falling each day. We put every bit of ours into it and we see ourselves failing with the same relations. We bind ourselves so much with someone else’s expectation that it becomes difficult to understand our own failures and setbacks.

For once and for all, I feel the fault is not within but the fault is out there. It tempts us to come and fall in its trap because once we fall in its trap our vision is so perfectly manipulated that we just end up believing what it’s trying to show, deluging the truth behind it.

For once I have also realised that the right path doesn’t come with flowers showered on it, it does start with thorns but if you stand by your guts and fight to unlearn what’s going wrong out there, your path definitely ends up blossoming flowers” she concluded with a euphoria beaming on her face.

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Thea

Dream with me, pick a story, deep dive into it and let me know how far you travel. Join me on this path where we grow sagacious together.