The girl with the array of screw-ups.

She's come back again, this time with a more stark form. She hated me last for deceiving  her and leaving her dejected but she decided that she'll offer me a second chance, kudos to second chances who are consistently waited for you to seize it and make the best of it. So the bitch of the mist came to me today and we talked about life, wasted chances, the way I over procrastinate, how my die has been cast and so on. The bitch of the mist happens to be a figment of my imagination who I've mentioned before in one of my earlier posts and  slowly have accepted as a part of my life, she comes whenever she wants and disappears into the mist whenever she wants. There are things she wants me to do on this extremely important year of my life,

She hates how I while away my time, she finds procrastination despicable,
she hates every bit of the chaos in my head,    
she hates regrets and hates when I have them,
she hates when I fail to live up to the expectations of fools paradise.

Here's what I hate,
Arbitrary rules,
 apparent last chances,
intellectual decay,
Perceptive success.
Openness and closeness,
The 12th year which is the most vital test.

Life as they say is very short and we don't come alive but then my lifespan is the longest time duration I'll ever see, that's what I know. Slowly within the last breath of a mortal, the neurons which is the very soul of a person disintegrates which is when everything ceases to exist and every self proclaimed legacy is wiped out.

"After the earth dies, some 5 billion years from now, after it’s burned to a crisp, or even swallowed by the Sun, there will be other worlds and stars and galaxies coming into being — and they will know nothing of a place once called Earth"- Carl Sagan. 

The Bitch of the Mist.

There's this woman we all have been acquainted with, seductress if I may call her. She can seduce anyone whether you're a male, a female, them in between, animal and any mortal. She'll seduce you and lead you to her deceiving chambers and take you to the great valley where life unites. But, when you're in this great valley she'll leave you all alone to fight the best warriors in the game. She'll look into your eyes, twitch you into the midst of the valley , sways her hips,bursts into laughter and twirls herself into the mist. The mist is her nook and cranny and the mist is your undesired nook and cranny too. Ain't she a bitch?

I wouldn't say what she's done is very fair. After all she was the one who induced big dreams in your mortal body. She did promise to pave your path to your desires and now she's left you alone to fight for yourself. That's just not fair. It wasn't your fault. All you did was come home to a very mundane life slightly tipsy and there she was sitting on your sofa which was falling apart, within your house that needed repairs and she teemed you with optimism. She convinced you that you need a dream and you need to follow that dream. She told you that you needed a better life and you were so lured by her that you actually listened to her. So you left your life that was falling apart and entered a very hazardous valley where life unites and right now, at this very moment you have to fight the best warriors. She's gone, you're lucid, the sun is harsh, the wounds borne by you are going to be harsh, the wrath that's going to be exerted on you is going to be much more than you deserve, your dreams in your knapsack which anyone could usurp any moment from now and she's already swaying to the rhythm of the mist. The choice is yours- will you run back to a life that was falling apart or do you choose to fight and keep that dream safe in your knapsack ? For once you win this battle that dream shall itself emerge from your knapsack and you shall be embraced by that life that your wanted. Although that life will never be exactly what you wanted.

If you choose to fight than I assure you that you're going to fall, you're going to bleed, you're going to be bruised. But if you have the strength to fight then you'll survive. For most of the time even that battle is a tiny hurdle in this phenomenon called life. But you realize how diminished it really is only once you've fought. But beware because the bitch of the mist is omnipresent and before you know it you're all alone in another battle and she's walked away to her nook and cranny, within your nook and cranny, the cryptic mist...