Long way to happy

Her eyes were fixated at the little two birds by the edge of the fountain. One was slightly bigger than the other. She figured there was a familial bond between them – especially when the slightly bigger one tried to bathe the little one. It looked unconditional and simple. One would not venture to presume that such a pure relationship carried a subliminal baggage. It never looks that way from the outside, unless you poke at that baggage and it suddenly jerks open spreading its contents across the floor – which some has seen at airports and train stations. It is always a messy situation that leaves you cringing with embarrassment for the person.

As she sat there, she had a thought(s). At her age, she has come a long way. She’s not necessarily arrogant, but she is extremely proud. She’s is not sane; but I wouldn’t call her insane. She’s not always right; but her instincts are never wrong. Yes, instincts – only she knows how much time and practice it took for her to reach deep within herself and listen… Oh but listening is the easiest part – it’s trusting what you hear that’s a challenge. She likes to think that she’s almost mastered it. Since then, she has been almost right about things in front of her. She began to see the world in a different light. One with plenty of clarity, purity, and color. Although she’s not wise, she’s definitely not unaware. She’s sensitive to the point of taking the whole world on her shoulders and shedding tears endlessly for your pain – but at the same time, she can be strong, aggressive, and determined. She’s a quirky girl, that Iris. She’s unique and one of a kind. You’re lucky to get this far if she lets you because she’s hard to please but sweet to keep.

I needed to write this to remind Iris who she is and what she is to the world. She is special, loving, kind, and generous. She would give you her last penny even if it meant she’ll starve. I always tell her not to allow anyone to say otherwise. She’s a GOOD person. And good people are hard to find.

As I watched her completely mesmerized at the sight of birds, I realized what was going through her mind. At that instant, the contours of her face changed and it looked as though a light bulb has switched inside her head. She looked at me with her brown eyes wide and filled with amazement – and at that moment, I smiled. I knew. I always knew, but I left it for her to realize. To come to the realization that what she hopes for will never change – and although she has been robbed out of it, there is still good in the world. And although it does make you feel alone, you are actually NOT alone. Otherwise, how is the world still turning? And even though she feels like a doormat, a coat hanger, a chair, or a piece of furniture that has been used and abused, it will never last. It’s all in passing is what I keep telling her, and she always smiles back knowingly. Indeed, “this too shall pass.”

I love this girl – not only because she’s my best friend and I look after her, but most importantly, she is a part of me; she is almost me. You may also say that she is the me that I’m trying to be.