(This I dedicate to all women who were stupid enough to get their hearts broken needlessly. May we find the person who truly deserves us. :-))
The lady in the music box said to Fate:
Fate, turn the tides anew, let your fickleness smile again upon this broken heart. Shine your light once more. I beg you to sing to me the song that I used to play when I was running carefree in the vast desert of my old solitude. Let me forget the song I danced to when he came around to turn my knob and encouraged me to open the box that is my life. I should have known. Why am I so careless?
Why did you, Fate, make me believe that his song was a true anthem that lasts a lifetime and not just another stupid siren hymn that has me crashing in the waves of my delusions?
Fate, I hate you. I hate you so much! You should have told me that he was trouble right from the very first day. I had a hunch that this will not last, but I blindly kept myself dancing to this tune, in vain hopes that he will not treat me in the same way he had treated the others.
Fate answered back:
I can only do so much. You lack logic. You have been so stupid enough to give it the benefit of the doubt. You took a risk in letting him in.
If I may be blunt, do this: Take responsibility, dust yourself off that demise and hold your head high.
You should have taken the hint when he said he treated others in this way. To him, you were just another music box. You were just another toy to play with while he was on his emotional high, only to discard once he is tired and interested in another. But he did not mean to. That is just the way he is. He is but a child.
You are sweet, gullible and loving. However, you are such a poor judge of who to give your affections to. And so you always set yourself up to be hurt.
But do know that you are not just any toy. He did not mean to hurt you, but he still did. It is right to step out. Let him not hurt you any further. Go away to a far place and let my friend Time do its magic of healing your wounds.
Deep inside, you cry when no one is looking. You cry with giant, fat tears that never reach the eyes. But do not make those tears reach your eyes now even for a second. Because he has already wasted your time and he is not worth another miserable day. Your teardrops are too expensive to offer for a child who did not know the extent of the pain he has caused. Your time is much too precious to waste any further.
The lady in the music box continued to lament to Fate:
Again, I’ve been had by my stupidity. I placed it all on myself. My greatest enemy is myself. I deluded myself into thinking that I am part of the treasure chest that is his heart. I am sick of the same old melody, tired of the standard pirouettes and the all-familiar notes that resonates in the darkness of my soul and lingers long after the song is over. Yet I keep opening up the music box anyway, like I have forgotten how broken this box gets over and over again.
You say you are tired of this game, but you always take risks. I cannot believe you. You are never afraid to get this hurt. And each time, you are left to deal with the broken pieces. When will you ever learn your lesson that there are certain types of songs that are not made for you?
Now that you recognize that this song is over for you in this time and season, do your mightiest best not to linger. Move, and move quickly. Depart from the desolation.
Lady, I am sorry for being fickle. But be assured that in this fickleness of mine, I shall smile at you again at the next bend. There will be new songs to dance to and your music box will once again be filled with good things. Cry no longer, for this will all come to pass.
The only mistake you made is that you risked too much for another who was not willing to do the same. Do not take it against you that you know how to love. Because it is that same level of passion which will help you find yourself and reach greater heights.
Then there was silence and the lady in the music box was crying with her invisible tears. She was just looking at the horizon and Fate was just looking over at her and shaking his head.
Time finally spoke to the lady and to Fate:
Lady, I have always come through for you. I have seen the passage of your pirouettes, ascribed the dimension of length to each song and yes, I have helped you heal your wounds. Stop hating Fate. Start loving yourself more.
The road to your life is treacherous, long, and hard but you will succeed. You will forget, transcend, and thrive, even. You are not alone. You are always connected to people in this journey replete with pain, rejection, and setbacks.
I will not come quickly to pick up the pieces for you. I can be very slow and I am so sorry for the torture you will endure while I am not yet there to heal you. You will have a hard time, but it will all be over soon.
When I do come for you in my fullness, you shall be wiser and free. And no matter what fickle Fate throws you in the next song, I am sure you will know what to do.
You are not meant to cry, lady in the music box. You are meant to dance, to face the music and to give good cheer and to hold dearly all the precious things that you can find in this life.
God may have denied you luck in one type of song, and may have denied you a symphony altogether.
But it does not mean He has gone deaf to your needs and to your heart’s deepest desires.
So hold out and keep your head high even if it hurts. The best is yet to come.
The lady in the box waits for Time’s promise. Until then, she faces the sad music and dances with tears that never reach the eyes.
Meanwhile, the rest of the world only sees her twisting and turning in her pedestal. It only hears sweet music that eclipses the anguish and the tears that run freely like torrents in the depths of her heart.
Joy awaits her in the next phase.