I was uninspired, and my passion was a distant memory. I pushed myself too hard for too long, yet I hated the idea of failure. So much time. So much effort. Just to get nowhere. I was in a never-ending cycle of disappointment. Of reaching high, only to grab soil and hold on for dear life. But I was still determined. I still had something to say. It’s moments like this when I am about to give up that I am shown something new to try. And the cycle of hope begins once again. This made sense. Why didn’t I see it before? I jumped in with both feet. I convinced myself that this was it. Finally. My dream will come true. And one day it did. And the next day it stopped. I didn’t know how many more times I could go through this.
I wanted to be impressed with what this world offers to me, yet life had taken its toll. I was defeated. I decided to just run away into the embrace of nature to lick my wounds. My craving for an astounding experience followed me along the way, and I was quite dismissive of every element I saw. Then a hint of red caught my eye. “Too small. Not what I need right now.” I passed by the little budding gem, but nature’s mystery held me fast. I was tempted to go back, but also terrified of realizing that, once again, nature knew what I needed better than me. I walk back to the little flower and peeked inside to find a world of unexpected wonder. The red transitioned to yellow, and the entire little space was topped with a bundle of purple. “Magic.”True friends, those who know us best, often understand how to give us what we need better than we do. I had been pursuing a grand success and missing the tiny treasures of life. The times when my existence is truly magical. I decided that the time had come to change my priorities, and find joy in every moment.
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