Notes to Self: Be Patient


Be patient.

You can’t control everything. In fact, you can’t control anything. Events, people, time. It’s okay. Be patient.

It might seem as if things won’t work out the way you want them to. And when they do, you won’t like it. It doesn’t matter. Be patient.

Sometimes, the day will slow down. It might even come to a complete standstill. It’ll pass. Be patient. 

Other times, your head feels like it would explode. That your troubles won’t end. They will. Be patient.

The nights might feel endless. Your eyes will burn with sleep but you will toss restlessly. You can rest tomorrow. Be patient. 

Your day will come. Be patient.

Notes to Self – Be Flexible


Be flexible.

You need to adjust to different situations. Adjust to people. Adjust to their moods. So be flexible.

Don’t be so principled that you don’t see the negative aspects of your actions. You can’t be blind to the effect you have. So be flexible.

You might not like what other people say. You might say something that other people don’t like. So be flexible.

You’re on your own. It’s not going to be easy. So be flexible.

P. S.: Being flexible in bed should help too.

Good Luck


“Good luck to you,” she whispered in my ear as she pecked the air next to my cheek and walked away.

My brain told me to say “thank you” – that’s how I’ve been brought up – but I was caught off guard and cognition was limited.

But she is right. Good luck to me indeed.

In a world where I have to convince, argue and force people all the time to let me keep doing the things I am doing or let me do the things I want to do, I need all the luck I can get.

Don’t get me wrong: I am not oppressed or suppressed. I enjoy almost a first-world like lifestyle despite being a speck in my third-world country’s population. But I definitely live in a place where even a broader mind does not let go of (their own definition of) traditions, social structures and the its-always-done-this-ways. And people like me will always want to travel in two different boats at the same time.

It will always be done this way. Good luck to me indeed.

Escape


He looked around the room again as he dabbed the sweat on his forehead.

Lots of people milled about. Too many! But he knew this was it: it was time to run. He shouldn’t waste another seco-

He jumped at the sound of the main door banging open, stricken with panic. Too late.

A vision in white was gliding down the aisle and then in front of him. His fears seemed to melt into oblivion. He realized he’d do anything for her. He was ready to give in!

The minister cleared his throat and began: We are gathered here today…

 

(Originally written for Reader’s Digest’s 100-word Short Story Competition 2013)