the age of sensibilities

 

dearest,Today i stumbled upon a great little note from a reader that is much in her youth yet.

Think of when we were in our late twenties.

Well i’d be the first to say i would of fired my entire staff much much earlier. There were so many things i had done wrong. So many. My biggest was letting everyone step on my mary janes.

My toes, to be precise.

See, with getting older you must be mindful that everything is willed by God. Not to trouble your heads about marriage, success, wealth very different if i might say, great difference the two. As life seems to unravel itself. She’s like that model getting ready to be photographed for vogue, yet she’s  covered in ribbons.

If i were a model, by the way, i would only be photographed in corsets et chapeau, with laces et pearls- a lady in the early era. I may even call myself lady Touge

My twenties were tough. My life lessons were greatly et  immensely a  journey of utter betrayals by so many. Thorny, if i may. Wildering was taken to another level. Yet as private as i may seem, i’m ready to write of it all.

Non, non not my life story please. Imagine the people that shall try to ruin moi, all of you should find yourself a little peace of God, start by the chapel.

To my young readers, life is filed with moments of angst et perplexities, some you may overcome and some  you may drown from. Nevertheless, Micheal  Phelps should be your role model, not moi, i’m learning to swim yet you see, et i find life to at times be like a horse that throws you off the saddle just when you think you mastered equestrianism.

I thought  i did et oui i fell so bad, i didn’t think i would exist yet another day.

Hence, Dearest God, i am most filled with gratitude. I know i get holy at times. but then my angst too gets in the room et well it gets crowded.

We are alike non?

The message is, you are read fellow friends, i struggle to read all but yet i try. Some days i am ever so busy, but then luckily i fall asleep on my velvet settee in the middle of the day, alarmed as to what kind of mother i am

I am a good wife. I know that. I have forfeited all of my personal success to stand where i am- mothering in my louie vV sunglasses. And straightening the spine of my dear Cristopher Columbus, so help me God.

That’s something the world knows not of me. I am devoted to this life. Come hell or rain, we got a job to do.

For the rest, there is on line shopping  at 2am.

WHAATT?

Not moi !

Fine. still not moi. So i was wrapping up Emeline B et then i realized  her heart was still beating strongly on my papier, so i had to delve in deeper.

oh Good graces.

Trust me if they gave me money for books, i would have nothing to buy. Nope, i don’t want an aston. i mean it. No thank you. I’d rather ride a bicycle

Et they say i’m not humble. Crows. They know me not. I’m glad to have things that i desire in life. but that’s fleeting. I enjoy very little, un peu.

Another fact about moi.

Well i have work to do, a miracle happened. Before i go, would you do me a favor?

 Promise to be better. You can if you try. Don’t let the darkness of this world swallow you alive like Emeline B. Stay happy – fight for your happy.Stay focused. i believe in you.

By the way i’m fencing now. I imagine i hope to keep my limbs intact.

     live with sensibility,                  Rianna Kate Shaikh