Almost Perfect

I looked out from the window. Everything felt new. Maybe it was my eyes playing tricks on me but I felt new and rejuvenated and that was for real. I went outside for a cold and fresh breath of air. I looked far and across the field. World could not have been better. I tried to capture this moment, perfect and serene. The flowers bloomed in the field. The sun was new and orange. The sky was tinged with red. The air was crisp and fresh.

But Wait…….

I saw a big dead branch hanging from the oak tree nearby and it didn’t fit into my perfection. Well, if it’s not perfect then what? Make it an almost perfect day and go on with your life. The inner voice inside me scolded. Yet I wanted it so much to be perfect. Maybe I will not get this chance again. What is there to lose if I just make it perfect in my own way?

I set off to search an axe inside the hut. Had I lost it? Maybe, I was not sure when and where I used it last time. Half an hour and countless scratches later, I finally succeeded in finding a rusty, old piece of junk that resembled an axe. Still determined to make it my day, I marched towards the tree with the invincible axe on my hand feeling like God.

It didn’t take long for me to get disappointed. The dead branch was higher than I had anticipated it to be. I wasn’t afraid of heights but not too fond of them either. But a resolution is a resolution and I intended to stick with mine. The climb up the tree added rashes to go along with the previous share of scratches and it would have been fine if it stopped there. Not long afterwards, I learnt that the tree was a continent of red-ants who were agitated but determined to throw this foreign particle out of their beloved tree. Chopping at the base of the dead branch with a rusted axe and warding off the ants at the same time is not a pleasant job. I would have traded it with two months of jail sentence.

Wait, wait…..No!

[THUMP]

Ohhhhhh!! My Back!!

You might have guessed by now. I failed at the Herculean task of chopping a dead branch with a dead axe and ward off my predators at the same time. I fell from the tree. I would have now traded that punishment for two years of jail sentence but no one came with the proposal and I didn’t.

I looked up the tree to the dead branch. And then I looked down to my torn clothes. Again I looked up to the scorching Sun. And again I looked down to my scratches and rashes. As if that wasn’t enough, a heat-wave slapped me across my face.

My almost perfect day had turned into a mess of my own making.