Everyone believed in Will, everyone thought he was amazing until one day, Will shattered.
The whole lie Will had been playing on came to everyone’s knowledge. Everyone now understood the game Will had been playing. Will was always there but he was not working. Everyone thought Will will pave ways for them, but well he didn’t. All he did was stayed over everyone’s head, made them lazier and feel more tired. Today, they have to work double time to cover up for things they could have done years ago.
But, well there was going to be someone to help them. There always has to be a hero. Just that this time it was a woman with no cape. They called her “Hope”.
Hope walked around the street telling everyone that everything is going to be alright. Everything Will couldn’t do in the last few years will be done in mere months if all of them work together. Then again, there was Hope to get all of them to work together. Soon, everyone started trusting in hope, rather blindly.
In fact, the entire world started running on Hope, everyone believed where there’s Hope, everything will be fine. Little did they know that Hope was Will’s partner. Wherever Will went, Hope followed. She knew the world is a lazy place. People don’t want to work and no one will even check if Will is working perfectly. If Will’s plans are practical and she was right yet again.
When Will’s promises failed, Hope came into use the influence of words. Hope told everyone that there’s an overachiever Will in every one of you and you can do it too. Little did they think, about what Will did. They all started following the path of Hope.
Now with Hope, everyone actually started thinking that a few years of work could be done in a few months or rather weeks. Everyone worked for a few days and then relaxed. They believe the rest will be taken care of because so many people were working on the same field. So, everyone thought if I miss the day today no one will care. Where there were thousands of people working on the first day, by the end of the week there were just dozens.
Because everyone believed that they will get their deliveries on time and there would be food in town again. Everyone believed that the plants will start growing by tomorrow and there will be fruits by the next week.
But these were just the words of “Hope”. Just because she said everything is going to be fine, doesn’t mean it will be fine. Just because she said there are going to be fruits by the next week, doesn’t mean there will be. Hope, here was trying to do a good thing until she messed up with the minds of people and made them believe in things that won’t ever happen.
A few days later, when there should have been fruits there were no traces of plants whatsoever. The lie of Hope shattered… to be continued.
I know it has been hard for you. It has been hard for me too. I’ve been holding this from the past so many years. Inside me, buried in, bottled in. Holding everything and never letting a single word escape.
It’s been so many years and I’ve never said a word. Saw you passby me, but never said a word. I stood far away, never came close. I braked and parked whenever I saw you cross the road. I’ve followed you, I’ve heard you laugh, I’ve seen you hop around in joy, I’ve seen you pissed at someone, I’ve seen you going panicky on the roads, I’ve seen you rush and I’ve rejoice everything. Except the day when I saw you cry.
I wanted to come to you. I tried, I gathered courage but then someone came to you. Someone you knew. Someone who could make you laugh. I stood there and wished he would go. And he did. But you went away too.
I saw you in relationships, I saw your breaking up and I saw you breaking down. I’ve seen you in school, I’ve seen you in high school, I’ve seen you in college and I’ll see you in university. We used to sit on adjacent benches. We used to walk back home together. We used to go out together. Or I believed we did.
We talked long hours, we chatted long nights, we stayed up together and discussed homework. Or rather, I believed we did.
It has been years since then. We stayed in touch for quite a while after that. Our chats eventually got shorter. They got limited to afternoon. And eventually we lost touch. It has been months since I last saw you. I think you don’t even know if I exist anymore.
But today, I’ve suited up. I know my shoes are polished and I’ve checked myself in the mirror longer than what it took me to dress up. I’ve popped in millions of mints and have applied multiple bottles of perfume. They were all the same, but more the better. Even my dog won’t recognize me with this smell. Unless he remembers my face.
I know you are not dating anyone. I know you would be surprised to see me. I know it will all come as a shock to you, but I’ve to do it. I know you don’t expect anything more than friendship from me. I know, or I believe I know everything. But, I’m going to ask you only for a date. One outing. We’ll talk again. We’ll laugh again and we’ll walk back home together again.
We’ll start talking again. We’ll start laughing again. But this time we won’t lose contact. It might not turn up well for me, it might not sound good to you. But in the worst case, we’ll be best friends.
We Must Never Give Up the Fight,
The Moment We Do, We have Lost.
A lot of you have been asking me, why have I stopped using #makeherlisten. Have I given up the fight? Well, here’s the answer, no, I haven’t. Read what derived us here in the first part here – Fight – An Attempt At Apology
I’m still fighting, that guy is still fighting, but only because of all of you, your support and shares, we don’t need to make her listen anymore, because, she heard. We reached her, she heard us, she read the article and then they met. So, this article is a closure to all of you, who have been a part of this.
Just like that article, this one is written on a special day for our protagonist. I don’t know when I’ll publish this, but I’m writing this on his birthday.
Let’s make her listen what our protagonist – let’s call him Aahaan – what Aahaan thought and went thorough before meeting her and when he met her. What he wanted to say, what he said and what he meant.
One thing I adore about the two of these. Even though they met after years and they’ve had their own distances, they met at their most vulnerable points and had no tension between their talks. There was tension about not being close but not in the talks. The met like they met yesterday and have been meeting everyday.
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“Hey, Aahaan?”
“Yes?”
“It’s me, Aisha.”
“I know that already”
“I read the… blog, Aahaan.” She said between sobs and broke down. I don’t know why but this part is the most unsettling for me. Why did she cry?
“Can we talk, like normally? Is anyone around?”
“No.” I said looking at my mom and smiled at her. “Say”
“Can you come to meet me? Now.” She didn’t stop crying.
“Okay, what happened? Stop crying okay.”
“Aahaan please.”
“Okay, I’m coming just stop crying. Meet me at…”
***
I had been dreaming of this since ever. I stood in front of the mirror and thought for a while. I need to make my hair, but beard? Okay, let the beard be, I’ll just comb my hair and what should I wear? Should I even go? She’s dating someone right?
I have had this conversation a thousand time in my mind. I won’t go to meet her no matter what happens. She’s dating someone else. If I go there I’m only going to hurt myself, her and her relationship. Of all the things in the world the one thing I don’t want to do is hurt her. I could put my hand in a crocodile’s mouth but never hurt her.
But she was crying on the phone and she’s hurt. I couldn’t hurt her worse or maybe I could? If I don’t meet her now, I will be hurting her. What do I do? I picked up a t-shirt, wore my slippers and then stood at the main door, I’ll get my motorcycle or walk?
If I walk it will take longer, I need to get the motorcycle. But if I stay here wearing my vest, shoes, helmet, gloves and all the biking gear, I’ll be late. So, I ran downstairs and picked up my motorcycle, kick started it and raced through the street. With no gear, it felt a bit weird, but I had somewhere to be.
“Bike?” she asked as I reached there. Well, I should have just walked.
I used to walk miles to meet her, I weighed a 115lbs or 52kgs a few years back when I last met her. My body fat was 6%, while over the 3 years, I’m 3 inches taller, weigh 140lbs or 64kgs and have ideal fat percentage and significant muscle mass.
With the long beard and full frame specs I had a new look, while she looked exactly the same. Skinny, hazel eyes, slumped shoulders, shiny brunette hair, soft hands and everything I’ve been searching for ever since. Failed, but I’m trying. I could write another post about how she looks.
I parked my ride and got off.
“Aahaan, not here, this is where we were caught.” She said and then I followed her to a much calmer place. Her uncle had seen us fooling around, we didn’t meet on my birthday and 5 years from then, I still don’t celebrate that dreadful day.
“Now, what happened to you?”
“Nothing, I just broke up with him… he has bee…” She broke down. If I were the guy typing this, I won’t understand what she said but there’s something special about all of this. She raps her words when she’s happy and eats then up when she’s crying. You don’t listen to her then, you listen to her eyes.
I don’t want to share what she said, she doesn’t, so I don’t want to either but, in a nutshell she broke up with her guy.
You only know how lonely you are,
When you don’t have a shoulder to cry on.
“Are you dating? If you are we shouldn’t meet”
“Nope.”
“He said you are.”
“I’m saying, I’m not.” I tried to say with a smile. It was hard, every time she mentioned him and broke down it was hard on me, but I had to stand there. Be with her. I had made enogh memories to live for a life, than to get into another relationship and spoil these. I wouldn’t be able to not call her “Aisha”.
I offered her chocolates and then she friend zoned me. She asked me about holding multiple cellphones and then rubbed her mascara off with her tears. We both got distracted by a feeding crow, and then she remembered how jolly I used to be. Hopping around the street and stuff. Then she looked at the time on her watch, and then I said you finally bought a watch. You don’t need me for it now.
I asked her about the ring and claimed to have a photo of it, and then she showed of her bracelet and said no one ever saw this. She laughed when we went to the past and cried in the present. I told her it was my fault and I shouldn’t have let her make that decision on her own. I said I should have supported her. And then she realized we were just kids.
“You know when I was with you I, I was happy and in this relationship I’ve been crying every night.”
“Of all the things we had, at least you remember one thing. We were happy. I thought you forgot everything, just like you forgot me.”
She thought it’s the Karma being mean to her. She though what she did is upon her. She asked me how did I move on while I’ve been thinking about her all these years. I said I haven’t and then she said not to make it difficult for her, as if it was easy for me.
She told me not to blog this and I asked to keep in touch. She said you want everything, I asked what do I have. For that second, I thought I would have regretted if I hadn’t met her, while the other me knew it was the other way around. I went home and contacted her, and haven’t heard from her ever since.
She blocked me everywhere, she didn’t even spare the calls. When she wished to call me over, she texted and then called. I’ve been trying from past three years and she hasn’t received a word. This meet, was what I’ve been asking for from past so many years.
A closure to end the terms and be a free man. But, I was tied up and knocked to ground because I’ve been stupid my entire life. I wish I never said, you know how to find me when I lasted texted her years ago. I wish I had been to moon and never returned.
She thought it’s all happening with her because of what she did to me.
I told her you made me Aisha, and never broke me.
This is exactly how we sat.
It’s a race.
We all have been trying to get ahead of someone our entire lives. Someone at school scored more than you did and the next time around you want to do better. Today she ran 5 miles and you ran 4, you want to beat her next time. He’s earning 30 grand a month, you want to make more than him. She has a 1200 sq ft. apartment, you want a 1500.
In the rat-race we all have been trying to get ahead of someone else, being completely oblivious of what we actually want. At every red light we try to overtake the car ahead of us, but halting at the red light. Ahead of that car is not where we want to be. There’s more to the road than what’s ahead of that car.
Probably we overtake the everyone, one-by-one to get a better view of where we are headed. To see where the road is actually leading us. But then, what’s a head of that car? What do you do once you’ve ran those miles, earned that salary or got that apartment? There’s another car.
Now what? We wait for another traffic light to turn red to go ahead of it. We have been doing this our entire life, trying to get ahead of people. But is ahead of that car is where you want to be? Ahead of someone is not a goal it’s a race. Coming first is a goal. Coming second is a goal. Heck, even coming last is a goal and that’s where your want to be!
At the end of the road. At the start of where you want to be and at the end of reaching there. Overtaking is good but why do we do it one at time? If you could overtake one, you can overtake everyone, just stay in that lane. There’s no speed limit on roads of life. There are no speeding tickets. It’s just you and speed, it’s you and the toll lane that no one took, it’s you and the thrill of hanging between life and death.
There’s more to this world than to what’s ahead of that car. There’s someone where you want to be. Don’t do it one car at a time, do it one lane at a time. Don’t overtake someone because you want to be ahead of them, fly-by and be ahead of everyone, everyone else wants to be.
I stumbled upon the Dorothy Felix’s Power of Purpose just by chance, and then I’ve read it multiple times within a day. Every page talked to me like she was sitting right beside me and told me all of this.
- Title: Power of Purpose – Failure is not an option. Who said it’s over.
- Author: Dorothy Felix
- Sold by: Amazon Digital Services LLC
- Publication Date: July 16, 2017
- Language: English
- Print Length: 82 pages
- Genre: Self-Help
- ASIN: B073Z8TR2V
- My Rating: 3
The Power of Purpose is Self-Help at the Core
The Power of Purpose is a self-help at the core. It tells the readers ways to get over their past experiences of failure or teasing or being pulled down and move up in life. It gives the readers ways in which they can do that in really practical ways. taking help from her past experience and under the spell of God, Dorothy has given the world a way to become the best versions of themselves.
Dorothy has used quotes from The Bible and mentions Jesus and God a lot of times in the book. That does make it a little repetitive but concludes the sequence of events within lines. “A woman is like a teabag, you don’t know how strong she is until she’s in hot water” is a line from her preface and then I read it all the way to the last page without stopping
It’s not just a Narration
Most Self-help books tend to get monotonous with the same things repeating over and over. Dorothy has tried to go around it and has added some really amazing scenes from her life. She took the help of bible to get it done. But, she just didn’t use the Bible to get credit, but for giving a really deep meaning to it.
She quotes her mom on events where her words seem to summaries your entire life. The way she gets into your mind by bringing in all of past experiences in your life is terrifying. But then, she makes you feel that you have been making a fool out of yourself worrying about this form so long.
Dorothy Felix has Nailed it with Power of Purpose
This could be one of the best books of Dorothy so far. The book first tells you to have a purpose in life. Most people fail to have this because of ugly experiences. “People fell useless in life”, the author quotes. Then she makes you feel that you are pinning you down with your experiences and then she brings you out of it. “You will be what you think of yourself”, her mother used to say.
Then she tells you to have a mission in your life and work on it. See what you want to be, where you want to be, and when. See yourself before you even think of giving up and then accomplish what you have set out for. The book keeps you pushing to your limits and by every page you want to keep reading further. Neither do you want to put the book down and nor do you want to sit with your hands folded.
She pushes to go out and face the cruel world and make something of yourself. If you seek motivation and support this is what you want to read.
I Loved the Read
The way she takes you back into situations and brings you out of it is what makes me talks so highly about the book. The author also talks in quite a detail about people talking about you. She doesn’t suggest you to turn a deaf ear to them. Instead, she tells you to change your life style if no one is talking about you. Why?
This is what drives the book, your “whys” to her thoughts and prospective. She could foresee the reader asking a question here, rather she puts in that question in your mind and answers it.