Im quite enjoying life now...despite the day camp...Everything is going on rather well...save for one thing...
Theres something which is bothering my peacefulness...A disturbing thought which keeps staying in my mind...A voice in my head keeps telling myself that something is missing...
Lemme tell you all a story which depicts my life as of now...
There once lived an ironsmith who had found such good quality iron which also contained magical properties...the best that he had seen in his entire life...but the fate of this good quality iron had took another turn and did not become what the ironsmith had wanted it to be...
Sometimes he wished he could turn back time...sometimes he wish he could go back to the point in time where i could strike while the iron is hot...But he didnt, not because he didnt see the opportunity, but because he didnt think that it would benefit himself in any way then...
As time goes on, the iron has lost its heat...Its becoming less and less malleable than before...he could no longer shape it into something he had loved it to be...In fact, while the iron was hot, other fake ironsmiths had come to destroy the good quality in it by fashioning it into crude objects and not handling it properly.
The iron has become forged in such a way that he could no longer handle, it has been badly disfigured into crude weapons which the ironsmith couldnt bear to look at. What would he think, having the finest quality iron of all and then some fake ironsmiths come to ruin its quality.
Now the ironsmith is facing a dilemma...He could do 2 things...
Firstly, he could try to reforge the object which the iron has been changed into...The problem here is that the iron itself has been rejecting its grasp (its a magical iron remember). He tries to find out the different methods he can use to get the iron forged, but to no avail as time and time again he could not even place one finger on the iron. The other problem is that the more he ponders over it, the longer the iron would go without being fixed. Every minute of delay would expose the iron to more rust until the iron has gone to a point where it can forever not be fixed again. (he could not even oil the piece of iron he got)
Or secondly, he could simply just forget the piece of iron and move on...However this is the best quality of its kind in the world and thus how could anyone ever bear to part with it...But this would save the ironsmith a load of trouble, however it'll be very selfish of himself to ditch the iron when many people wanted to see it forged into a shiny object.
So if you were the ironsmith, what would you do to that good quality iron which u have truly treasured all this while...Would you do your job as an ironsmith to change it even though it seems as if it your efforts would all be in vain...Or would you forget that piece of iron and run away from your true fate...
The ironsmith then decided that while what had happened does hurt, he could either run from it or learn from it...And of course he decided to reforge the piece of iron...But he is unsure of how...
I guess...my life is not much different from that of an ironsmith after all...being able to face my problem at hand but unsure of how...
That is the somthing which is missing in my life...
And if u know me well enough, you should know what my story is referring to...I suppose only about a handful of people whom im closer to would know...