I was asked to write about things I dislike, the things I would put in a box and send down the river. I thought it would be easy, but then I started counting them, which turned my heart cold and made me shiver. I had so many things to put in that I got lost. I had no idea what to include in the box, for my list ranged from world hunger to my stinking pile of socks. Maybe I should just mention all my bad exam papers, for they make a pile tall enough to dwarf skyscrapers. As I sat down, lost in my thought, I realised that my box isn’t big enough to hold them all, and they all don’t need to go in, some of them can be fought. Soon, it hit me that there are things that I really wish to be gone, out of existence, nowhere to be found under the sun.
My box would have all of my mother’s tears. It would also include all of my father’s fears. Those caused by me are many, and I don’t want my parents to be left with any. I would put in all the goodbyes I had to say to my friends, because our path together was about to end. I would throw in all those heart wrenching departures, and wish for more time together, like birds of the same feather. I would lock up all those times I had to spend away from my cousins, and I would strap those times in the box like they were my worst sins. It’s not that I didn’t or don’t have friends and family to hang out with and parents that care, but I would just like to have more of it, so that life could be more fare.
My box wouldn’t just consist of these great wishes to make my life grand. It would also consist of petty things like my mom’s curry, which is so bland. I would put in all my past disasters in with a flick of my wand, even if doing so now is useless, like pouring water in the sand. There are more things I want to put in, that I know, but I can’t add anymore in this flow. Maybe I am already turning some heads, for not mentioning any world problems, and just going on about my regrets. In my defense, this is my wish, and I get to be a little selfish. So, I will stop my list here, as I don’t know what to put in this box at the river shore, and even though I have more things coming to my mind, I can’t make them rhyme anymore. I would put all these in, and shut the box tight for the win. Then I would send it down the river Styx all the way to Hell, as I stand at the shore, bidding it farewell.
However, what if there is no such box, and my life would still have all these holes in the mix? What if I don’t know my way down to river Styx? My life would still be alright, for I have a bigger pile, of all the things that make me smile.
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