Life is like a pack of card. You put in all your efforts, your concentration to build that perfect House using the deck of cards you hold in your hands, at times, adding a few more cards you have lent from someone who cared for your part of House. But eventually it’s a little breeze or a strong wind or a slight mistake on your part and it crumples back to the floor. Crushing all your dreams, sucking down every ounce of happiness out of you and you think maybe it’s time to give up. Those who care somewhat, come back to you, console you, cheer you. Some even go to the length of fetching you those scattered cards that seems to have disappeared under that corner table or the floor under the bed, which is rarely mopped, but beyond this it’s onto you. If you want to get up again, focus and put all your energies back into making that House again.
But just when you think you have mustered enough courage to give one more try to it. You realize the platform has now turned into a competition. There are loads of people around you doing the same thing, trying to make their own Houses. And more so, a lot of them have another deck in their hand and one more hand holding onto their House. Ignoring all of it you gather your deck again and begin to build that House of yours. It’s much more difficult, the cards you hold have crumpled edges, some have withered down having got scratched as it lay in that rusty corner, all the while you chose to stay low and mope on your loss.
It takes a lot more time then you expected it would or as you were told all along by all those consoling hands on your shoulder. But with all the effort you have put in, it pays and you begin to reach the top. It then comes to a matter of final two cards. You look up to the deck you held all along in your hand and then it strikes. A strike, that caves into your heart like a stab of knife. You just have one card left. You begin to panic again. Questioning yourself when did you lose it? Where did the last card go? There were supposed to be two cards. How is it then possible that you have only one left?
No answer. Just none.
Anxious. You look around and see people working on their Houses. Most of them have already reached their finale. They sit atop all cosy and smiling. You don’t feel a thing. You are not jealous of them. You never were. Nor were they as everyone were pre-occupied making their own Houses. You look back, try and read every single card you put up to make your House and that's when you realize. It strikes you. You look around again. You see a hand, a familiar one. One, that brings back flashes of memory. A hand, held into another hand and right there you see that card. That card you have been missing all along. That card which was yours. That card you gave to that special hand. It was your Ace of Hearts. The one, that you were born holding in your hand. “Your Ace of Heart”.
Your House begins to shake. You sitting on top of your House begin to fall along with it. You close your eyes. Watch a tear fall of your eyes and hit the ground. You wish you would hit the ground that hard and it will all end. No more pain. No more trying. No more suffering. But then it was never your deck of cards. You were being played all along by life. And this fall will continue all along. Until you choke. Choke without any hope, Choke without any happiness, Choke in absence of the one card “Your Ace of Hearts”, held in her hand all along.
Not every deck is meant to make a House. Some are meant to fall.
I know i have a card missing in my deck.
