My Fate was sealed !!!

It was a beautiful day; all the Gods had gathered for a celebration but in a corner there was a small gloomy cloud where sat the young apprentice God. He was not to take part in the celebration for he had unfinished task on his table which he had to complete if he was to enjoy the merry celebration. The flying banners and crazily spread streamers did not subdue the foul mood he sat with.
The apprentice God was left with the task of writing my fate for he was studying to become the God of fate. He looked at the empty desk filled with clean white papers flooding. “I could have been dancing out there with that beautiful Angel instead of writing this dull person’s fate,”he grumbled eyeing the Sun God shaking sideways with the Angel he had his eyes on. His hands went on scribbling with no care whatsoever for the person who was to go to Earth with what he was scribbling.
The early part of my life was written with so much anger and grudges that when I ultimately came on Earth I was also filled with his grudge and anger. Maybe now that I think about it, that young apprentice was also filled with so much love in his heart that he had my fate sealed with ache for the same too,sigh!
And owing to his youthful age, my fate was sealed to have the heart of a young person. No wonder even when I choose to act my age, I land up being childish. I need to remind God, whoever they are, to keep some sensible, aged and ripe with wisdom person for this task. (Tsk!tsk! Can’t even trust Gods to be mindful at times).
Maybe, then that young guy was mesmerized with the dreams rather than the reality that all he gave me was dreams, illusions, hallucinations and delusions.
Sometimes he was so filled with so much of sadness for being left out that he wrote tears but his agile youthful heart overcame the tears in a jiffy and he sat, eyes dreamily eyeing the thing he coveted while sealing it in my fate paper. In some paragraphs he pressed the letters very hard that try as hard as any other God may, they could never lighten those moments in my life.
Sometimes, it was careless scribbling that meant nothing but sheer frustration and nothing else. In some places, he wrote some of his ideal dreams, the kind of life that happens in movies and books only but I was to live those moments too for he was sealing it tightly affirming it with his grip on the quill.
For bad or worse, for good or best, Now that I’ve pondered up on it for sure, the person writing my fate was that young apprentice who had to forego the jubilation of celebration of life while dreaming of the same. Hence, I live with my life with so much of frustration yet I let go of these frustration as a young lad in his frailty would.
(Note: not to demean any GOD, but written in jest for all the crazy things I need to live in this lifetime, unable to explain my crazy life, the best I could do was this, all in good fun!!)