What do you do when something important to you is snatched away ?
What do you do when you realise that you grossly underrated its importance earlier?
Do you liken it to the time when you learnt that your parents were mere mortals?
(And you learnt it the hard way.)
That hiding in that safe, cosy corner of your room couldn't drive away the problem.
That Mom could no longer put a band-aid on the hurt and make it go.
That Dad couldn't tell you the solution to this, like it was some tough algebra sum.
The twin badges of being happy-go-lucky and casual bordering on careless that you wore oh so proudly, just caught up with you.
Every step, every decision just turned out to be the wrong one.
Lady luck, the cheery companion of yore, chose this very moment to play hide and seek.
Ever faced this dilema my friend?
Well then, to use a cliche.. welcome to the real world.
Where you have to choose one of the two pills.
Where you and you alone, have the power to unlock that elusive box of solutions.
Where lemmata and axioms alike prove disastrous and joyful with unerringly equal frequencies.
And what do you do then?
Wait for the ice to thaw and the ice ages to melt away in charming rivulets and gurgling brooks?
Or do you 'O lone crusader wage a solitary war against the law of averages.
Which way is it?
The red pill or the blue one?