I hear people around me talk about their lives. About how complicated it is. About how fucked up it is. About how hectic it is. And I kinda get it. But I kinda don’t. If you asked me today, at this instant, to describe my life in one word, I’d say - Simple.
1460 in my GRE aside, words fail me as I try to put what I’m feeling right now onto paper. Its funny, merely 24 hours ago I was lost in a tornado of thoughts, fears, and apprehensions and now, as I pathetically fail to get to the point, I feel a sense of calm and satisfaction. A drug induced wonderland where I lie, comatose, with not a care in the world.
I’ve always thought of myself as a boring, uninteresting guy. Average at best. No real talent to speak of. Academics or sports or otherwise. I had destined myself to live a boring, average unassuming life. The first real shock of my life was when I was taken under the wing of the Dark Lord himself. How lucky am I? I thought then. Why would someone like him want to willingly share his soul (Bad Horcrux pun) with someone like me? As hard as it was for me to believe, it was true. There was one bleak ray of light (or darkness, should I say?) in my otherwise mundane life. But I thought that was it. That’s all I’m supposed to get, right? I mean come on.. What’re the odds of that happening again?
Well whaddaya know? It did happen again. And boy, did I get lucky this time or what? Life sure works in mysterious ways. But I’m not complaining. If anyone should, it should be them. They’re stuck with me.
Anyways like I said, whatever part of my brain that houses my meager English skills isn’t functioning right now. So please treat this post as my Thank You for all that you’ve done. Bearing with me. Teaching me. Trusting me. Accepting me. You guys are a Godsend.
OK this is ridiculous. What the fuck am I saying? I’m terrible at fluffing up things that I wanna say to make it sound deep. Bottom line is this. I’ve never been happier. I’ve never felt so lucky in my life. Hence the title.
