Deception

A short take on how we deceive ourselves into believing we are working hard when in reality our hard work may have stopped long ago and we are still deluding ourselves.

The roulette wheel of life keeps churning out erratic numbers and gifting
pain, disappointments, elations, crests, troughs, success, failure in
unequal proportions. Even as I gamble, with everything I believed at stake,
on my fate , I see that the gods haven't been appeased well enough to gift
me the joy of the treasure I sought yet. With calloused hands, tired legs
and with the river of my thoughts running dry and barely nourishing the
banks of my dreams, I push forward through unforgiving terrain only to
realize that the stars have aligned to decide something quite contrary for
my paths. And even as I wail against the mystical twirls of the celestial
orbs that denied me my pot of gold, and prepare to wear my bruises and
scars as badges of honor, I look at my hands and realize that they could
have bled more. I realize that my legs aren't as tired as they should have
been. That somewhere along my hard pursuit for watering the fields of my
dreams, I had slowed down before letting the seed sprout. That the roar of
intent I gave at the beginning of my journey may have whittled down to a
whimper. I uncomfortably have to confront the reality that at some unholy
stretch of a thread of time I may have let my dreaming become my reality,
that I may have allowed the unforgiving consummation between my dream and
the truth, resulting in a blindness that distorted the image of my walking
into one that of sprinting. And I realize perhaps a bit belatedly that I
may have encountered the mistakes that older men have termed as experience.
And with the weariness of failure settling down on you, comes the bitter
truth that the gods aren't to be made the scapegoats of your follies. And
the understanding that not everything had been put at stake yet. That there
is a chance to rekindle the dying embers of ambition into a fire that can
mould a golden arrow, to launch you into your treasure land, if only you do
not deceive yourself again and are prepared to go through the grind,
through the fire. The roulette may yet give you what you wagered for.

Author's Note

long time no write :-P, any reviews welcome :-)