The magic room is a place I created, a place I built for myself when things went wrong. The place I would go when the world seemed to choose me to weigh itself. The magic room wasn’t in itself a real place. However, it was as real as I made it to be.
In this room, there was nothing yet everything. It was a place I throw the biggest pity parties. The place where I could be a victim as much as I wanted. The walls were dark, the atmosphere grim and the floors soaked with never-ending tears.
Here, the ghost of past hurt is most welcome, the unfairness of the world has free tickets, and all the individuals to be blamed except myself of course shall be the topic of the tea party.
The room was built with strong walls, reinforced with the finest steel. Security was a priority. No external sounds so no one can speak sense, no entry so no one can save me. In this tower, the distressed damsel needs the stress.
On occasion, the doors are open. I come out masked with a smile, charged up with what the Gen Z’s call “vibe” and skedaddle around with songs like Timaya’s Cold Outside or Wizkid’s Mood. Fool myself for as long as possible and then when the day is done, go back to my Sam Smiths and La La Lands. Sadly, I actually liked this room.
Truth? The world didn’t care whether or not I was a victim, villain or hero. The world did what it knew to do…. Evolve.
One day, I had come out and realized everyone was moving on, growing, becoming and fighting for their lives. While I was in my room, I was losing mine. It wasn’t because of anyone, any experience, or any pain, it was because I chose to.
I had become a fading memory, a forgotten wish, an almost but never, a bad past, a nothing….
Life definitely comes with its challenges; some parts of the story are so hurtful I’m not even sure how anyone is supposed to hang on. I am learning though that I only lose when I stop fighting. Like my friend Hadizarrr says “I either win or die trying” but that I won’t at the very least try is not an option.
Now, I have left the room because the magic is none. Because I’d probably never get an apology. Because life won’t give me bonus points for my trouble.
I have left the room simply because it doesn’t serve me. Because I cannot continue to imprison myself. Because I see the scars no longer as histories but as victories…
They have stolen the heart from inside you but this does not define you…
–Excerpts from Moana
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Till another time…
Xoxo…
