The Frame

A burst of wind from the same cracked window, caused the Frame to topple over again. It lay there, its occupants grinning up at the ceiling in the bliss of their youth. Was that thin coat of dust shielding them from their bleak futures? Or was it symbolic of the film that covered their eyes, leaving them blind to it? Either way, the trio stood, their arms wrapped around one another forever. Very soon, they would learn about the cruelty of life.

The brain, they called him. He was the one who could achieve anything he put his mind to. He had it all figured out, he told them. He would climb through the rat race and to the top. Once there, he would marry the girl of his dreams, he said. Life however decided, that one wish was all he got. Although he is now at the very top, he stood there lonesome; lost.

The joy, they called her. The rhythm of her feet and the shine of her smile were like the break of dawn. She had it all figured out, she told them. The stage would be her home and she would belong to it. Once there, she would spread the joy even further, all around the world, she said. Life however decided that the world deserved none of it. Left all alone inside four walls, she now has nothing to smile about; lost.

The soul, they called him. He was the one who breathed life into the three. He had it all figured out, he told them. No matter what else happened, he would keep them all together and never let go. For years to come, he would love them, and help them live their dreams, he said. Life however decided that nobody would interfere with its other decisions. Angry and confused, he now lives everyday alone; lost.

A burst of wind from the same window swept through the room again. The frame lay there, its occupants still grinning innocently. The cruelty of life, to them, was just another fable; their dreams were still endless. But that is the wonder of frames isn’t it? Life’s decisions may steal them away, but those little moments of joy, those hopes and dreams, those years of innocence, all held frozen in time; infinite.

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