Stranger than Fiction
It all seemed surreal. I looked around but I couldn’t believe that this was really happening. I stood there thinking, holding tight the crumpled sheet of paper in my hand .
“I quit”, I said it out loud to no one in particular. I had put my life and soul and what I got in return was nothing. I know life isn’t according to your expectations, but well maybe a little good coming out of all the work you’ve done wasn’t too much to expect, isn’t it? I had dreams. Dreams to make it big. I’d landed a job right after college. I’d put in my heart and soul all these years to get the job. Time flew. The job wasn’t as per my expectations. I ended up doing nothing great, learned nothing new and then maybe for the first time ever in my life I felt like a failure.
That is when I resorted to writing. May be I could write and feel good, maybe I could write and earn some money or maybe I could make it big in the world of writing. I’d always dreamed of it as a kid, so why not make it reality? I looked forward to the evenings where I would spend my time typing out the zillion ideas buzzing in my head. I was happy with it. But then working all day and then coming back to writing in the evening was tedious. I barely slept, I started feeling weak. My health started failing. I wouldn’t have cared about all of it if things went well but the stories that I sent to the publishers were all rejected.
That was the story that I’d written when I was in school. I’d left that story unfinished. It was just a story then, but now it the story of my life. Because that was exactly how my life had turned out to be. Had I written what my future would be like when I wrote this story? Did I have the power to write my destiny? But why then did I left the story unfinished? What would happen next? The story may have been just fiction. But my life, the way it had turned out just like the story seemed a lot stranger than fiction. But whatever be the case, wasn’t I the one who was supposed to write my destiny? I started writing again…
Everyone has a sixth sense in the form of sub conscious mind
Yes we all do.
I could see myself in that story! I guess we are all a little messed up at being adults.. but i have faith that things will get better with time. Everything will work out in the end, it always does! 🙂
Messed up we all are. And yes the hope that everything will work out in the end is what keeps us going.
The best part of this post is not the writer not giving up in the end, in spite of the rejection. Now, that's the spirit!
Yes, that is the spirit which triumphs!
Brilliant take on the prompt, Reema !!!!
Thank you 🙂
I go with Vinodini. Good that the writer did not quit.
Yes that was the best part!
That was quite a letter you wrote to yourself Reema and see how everything is turning out the way you want it to be !
We sure should think good and positive !
Yes we must. Thanks!
Winners never quit do they! Life indeed seems stranger than fiction at times! Well written Reema!
Thank you Kala 🙂
We do write our own destiny but then can we see it and write it even when we are young? That story seemed a lot stranger than fiction, indeed! Glad that the writer in her did not quit. I am sure she will finish her story and make it a bestseller!
Well life sometimes is weird isn't it? Thanks!
Ah – you did write your destiny. Only we have the power to mould our future the way we want to. Perhaps some sixth sense told you that this was going to happen and it did.
Yes, all that it takes is some hope from our side.
I think a lot of us see ourselves in that story, Reema.
The 'writer' in us doesn't let us quit.
Yes that is true. Thanks Sid!
That's a great take on the prompt. Writers don't quit, that's probably one of the characteristics of being a writer 🙂
Thank you Rajlakshmi!
Sometimes our inner mind gives us a peek into what lies ahead.Nice narrative!
Well our intuition guides us, isn't it? Thanks!
Ahhh… do come by for my post for day 2… you will love it. It follows on from the wonderful place where you have begun here 🙂
I definitely will Doc! Looking forward to it.
If we writers can write our own destiny, does it mean that the fiction we write can shape our destiny?
I'd better start writing a really good book asap!
This post is truly stranger than fiction. Maybe the powers of subconscious are really extraordinary!
May be we can, can't we? Waiting to read that book of yours Mithila 🙂
It is sometimes just not easy…to be a master of our own destiny….But when you look back and see that you have actually been doing what you had thought, it feels like an accomplishment.
Yes that is true.