The Devil Wears White... Not Prada!
Another day to go through. It has been almost a year since she landed on her dream job and now she suddenly realized that this whole dream in reality has become a living nightmare. She cannot wake up because she’s not asleep. What is happening around her is real and all she could ever do is to take what life has to feed her. She used to pray a lot but now she seldom read the bible. She has become an epitome of a once a fresh flower but now rotten, though she didn’t mean to,Her work requires patience, cheerfulness and all those virtues that everybody call moral and beautiful. But her colleagues and her boss are not really like that. Her friends warned her even before she accepted her job that she should look for some other jobs out there because they know exactly the plague that has intoxicated the every corners of her work place. But she thought she knew better. The world she wanted to change changed her.
She was once a sweet, loving girl who appreciates everything. And to swear the truth, she never utters bad words even in her quiet mind. She is as pure as no one could ever imagine. But pollution around her made her bitter and now, all she could ever feel inside her is the fury of madness and angst that has long been denied. She evolved from a sweet, innocent creature to a green-eyed monster.
Reality check, though. She had no one to turn to but her long lost God who used to be her best friend but now a complete stranger to her. How did she became a stranger in her own home is a question she did not intend to create but it came out naturally.
So like a sheep that was once lost and was now found by her shepherd, she lay down and asked: “How come?”
Like a broken angel who marched down to hell just to glimpse again the gates of heaven, she is tired, but in that moment of unknown serenity in the arms of her saviour, her heart is pounding in joy.
The master said: “Let me tell you the tale of water. There was once a good little water-boy that was placed inside a freezer and so he became an ice. This water became so cold, numb and hard. By then, that little ice was placed out of the freezer and outside he met again his long been forgotten family of waters. There he saw his old grandfather inside a big pitcher looking very very sad. The grandfather asked what happened to his little boy who was once sweet and loving. The ice said… “Well, I’m no longer a water. I’m already an ice; I’m tougher, stronger, and harder.”
The grandfather’s tears started to well in his old wise eyes and said to his grandson: “But you’re no longer sweet and caring little boy, you became so numb and heartless. I understand. Your environment inside the freezer must have changed you. It is cold there, I know, and lonelier than the cold itself is the hostile ground your standing. But always remember that even though you have become what you have become, you will always be a water to me, you will always be my grandson. Nothing will change that. I still love you.”
Suddenly the little ice melted and became a water again. The grandfather smiled because he knows nothing has changed.
“Nice story” she uttered to the master. “But I’m sorry… the devil wears white and not Prada. And my job has changed me and I do wear white now, too. Too late for me. I can no longer melt like that little ice in your story.”
She woke up… it was just a dream with the master. Feeling guilty for the dream… but she can do nothing but go again to her job wearing white.
The heaven sent job is now a hell.
P.S. Never get tried of being a good person even though the whole world sucks.