I Believe ... I Do
By Lakshna, age 16, United Arab Emirates
Now, I believe that whatever you want with all your heart and soul, you get. It may take some time, but you do get it. And not by persistent asking, nor by the "power of thinking", as Rhonda Byrne, author of The Secret, puts it. You get it simply by wanting it that bad. "If you don't want it bad enough to risk losing it, you don't want it bad enough." I always thought it some old tosh by some old (well, not necessarily old) tosh people. But now I believe, well and truly.
Two reasons ... rather, two thingamajigs: an Apple iPod Touch and a Sheaffer pen of mine that I'd lost.
First, "The Touch" (as I call it). Ever since its advent, I've always wanted an iPod. And it had to be an Apple. But my dad never bought me one, for reasons best known to him. Later, as my friends acquired them, I started disliking the clickwheel of the iPod. I still liked the item, but when the Touch came, I fell in love with it. But I knew I'd never get one, so I never asked for it.
After we moved to Abu Dhabi, I had to use my mom's iPhone, since that was the only portable music player in the house. It came to a point that my dad became irritated with my using it so much. So, when he heard my mum complain (in a joking way) one too many times, he ordered - yes, ordered - that I get my own iPod. Thus, I acquired the Apple iPod Touch.
Second, my Sheaffer. I have a certain bad luck when it comes to my ink pens and watches. In the case of pens, it's always the nib that kills my pens. But, for the first time, my latest Sheaffer acquisition had gone missing. It got lost one Thursday in school and I never found it again ... and I searched.
I love all my ink pens and feel very sad whenever anything happens to any of them. This particular Thursday I had an additional reason to feel sad, but that's not important here. I'd given up on ever seeing that beloved pen again. Ever.
Again, Abu Dhabi to the rescue. My dad's brother was here visiting us. (He'd come for business, but was staying a couple of days extra for and with us.) He had the exact same pen that I'd lost. The very same one. He heard how I lost my pen and promptly told me to keep his. And so it's mine - again.
I'm feeling very elated. Sure, there are a lot of holes in the opening paragraph, but hey, I'm a believer. Kill the message if you will (please don't), but don't kill the messenger. It's mine now, that Sheaffer. I simply couldn't be happier. And I do have to stop using the italics. I'm much too liberal with it.
But who cares? I'm happy. :D :D :D There's the mini cherry on top of the regular cherry on top of the sundae of awesomeness that is my life.