Carl Jung quote on cosmos order
My short stories

Hope

Day Three: One-word inspiration

Hope

Slowly going through that thing that we call life she tries to forget and to forgive. Too much killing inside, too many tears and bruises, just too much that must be put to an end, all these bitter tastes of memories, all of these acidic words that hurts and mutilated her heart, sometimes it seems that life sends lava rocks in her face and all that was left of her was sent in a deep dark abyss, restricted to see the light.

One day she decided to climb the highest peak of the mountain at the other side of the lake, she heard that life lived there and that it would be able to answer her questions.

She finally found life sitting in its armchair and sipping a mug of hot chocolate, watching outside of its big window pane. She questioned it.

And it responded, “I have brought typhoon upon you, I made you taste the earth with its filthy soil, I have brought chaos in your life, I have turned you into a piece of useless rag, you know why all this was made to you? It was so that you might understand that it wasn’t your place, it was to shake you out of your unconsciousness. Overtime you have been heavily wounded, every time you cried tears of blood, every time you protected your face from blows, every time you wanted to end it all but somehow made it back from the dead, I made it because you didn’t belong to that place.

You with your stubbornness, you with your rebelling attitude, I had to bring all the legion of the underworld upon you so that you might understand, so that you might know your true beauty so that all the stones that you might send may ripple far away in the distant galaxy. Now that you are almost there, I hope that you understand, I hope that you encounter your days with serenity and peace of mind, I hope that you understand that you were part of the natural selection of this life, I hope you begin a new journey full of optimism and understanding.

You were never hated, it was only that there were places and things that were never meant for you, your stupidity and too much love would have caused you to die slowly, and you are not meant to die, you are not meant to be modified, you are not meant to be senseless, you are not meant to be tamed, you were meant to be you.”

She climbed down the mountain and understood every single words that was murmured to her, but above all hope of a better future and hope for her getting better wouldn’t leave her head.

▒Christa▒

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9 thoughts on “Hope”

  1. This was such so lovely, cozy and surprisingly arresting piece. I half expect when I get home to find life sitting in my own green armchair ready to answer my query. It is poignantly written. Thank you for sharing it!

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