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People just can't see things the way she does. Probably that is why even today her boss insulted her mercilessly, tossing her designs to the bin. She must work hard and stop thinking differently if she wishes to save this job.
While walking back, Tracy tried to fight back the tears welling up her eyes. Violently shaking her head, she tried to put those thoughts off her mind.
Usually, in situations like these, she likes to paint because It takes the edge off, and she relieves all her emotions on the canvass. She would have killed herself a long time ago if it weren't for this one way of venting her stress.
To distract herself, Tracy started thinking about what she may paint next. Lost in her thoughts, she almost reached the stairs before she realized she is home. With a sigh and a heavy heart she climbed and turned the key only to find her apartment into a mess.
"I hate him" she said to herself while cleaning her dirty room. After hours of work, she dropped on the bed tired, only to find herself awake after a few hours. She dreamt the weirdest dream ever. She was depressed but not suicidal. Yet she dreamt about glorified stairs leading to a noose,and being almost mesmerized, she climbed those stairs.
Tracy staggered through the kitchen. With a glass of water, she settled down in the kitchen itself, pondering over the dream.
Is death an escape? Is it a promise of an unending misery? Is it a new life?
The kitchen knife looked very tempting at that moment. But, quickly she emptied the glass and hurried back to the bed. Making sure not to have such suicidal thoughts. She slipped into the bed and tried her best to sleep.
The following day at work was very busy as she worked on a new idea from the scratch. At the end of the day, her idea was approved. However, she still was far from a secured spot.
As she walked home after the day's work, all she can think of is the dream from the previous night. For some reason, she can not shake it away no matter how hard she tried. She got to the stairs of her apartment, and then it struck her;
The stairs are the same as in her dream the previous night, the noose is the keyhole. However,
DEATH IS NOTHING GLORIFIED, IT'S JUST A TRAP!
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Tracy realized Death was never a solution to a problem, It is not an escape neither is it a promise of an unending misery.She needed to be flexible by allowing herself to try new things, change her way of doing things and embrace change.
Even though her boss was being a pain in the ass, she realized he was doing all that to make her unleash her creativity and reach her full potentials. "He doesn't hate me" she said to herself smiling. She slept well that night without any nightmare.
The next morning, she had a radiant smile on her face as she walked into the office. Her colleagues were surprised at her expression because for some weeks now, she had been so gloomy, but after her revelation yesterday, she had made a resolution never to look at the negative side of critics rather embrace all critics, knowing it's her stepping stone to success.