Unkempt Mysteries

Just when we begin to think that life is mystical and magical, something or somebody just yearns to bust that bubble, the bubble that made life almost picture-perfect. 

       There was a time when we lost a tooth, we could not wait to stash it away under our pillows, just so the tooth fairy could pay us a visit and leave us goodies. And for the next few days, it would be the topic of discussion and bewilderment. Some of us used to even try and keep awake so we could see the tooth fairy. But then our parents would shush us back to sleep saying the tooth fairy visits only when we are sleeping. Naive as we were, there was no reason for us not to believe—it was a magical journey of pixies and fairies after all. 

         During Christmas, the joy of decorating the Christmas tree with miniature beings, streamers, lights, was something we all looked forward to. Christmas eve seemed like an endless wait, wondering if Santa had read our wish list of wants and needs. Christmas morning  was a mad rush to the Christmas tree to tear open our presents. That's the time I wished that time stood still. 

          I recall Christmas being a very colorful and joyful time—a time to give and receive, share, and relish time with friends and family in celebration. It's weird, that of late people some of us appear to be too engrossed in chores; so caught up that we don't have ample time to celebrate festivities in the true spirit. Some things in life are better left untouched; some mysteries work best when not unveiled. Yes, we are enlightened that Santa Claus is none other than our parents. Big deal! I would like to believe in Santa Claus and fairy godmothers—there was something worthwhile to yearn for. Life seems too complicated at times; Christmas is indeed celebrated, although the essence of Christmas  seems to be missing something; I just cannot seem to place it.

       On the flip side, if we do not move with tides of time, time is like the dreaded sickle that would hack us if we were to come in its way. The present is like a mystery box, waiting to be experienced and experimented upon. Yes, there will be speed-breakers en route. Failures are a given—we could either choose to march forward or be cowards and take the easy road backward. Nobody is perfect. One should take time to smell the roses. Some of us dreamers have blossomed partially because of our bedtime fantasy world.

“What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.” 
― Ralph Waldo Emerson