the best of life

Tossing, turning from side to side. She couldn’t fall asleep not for a second. Half the window was open and her elegant bed with satin sheets and luxurious fabric was too cold to admit she’s been laying there all night. Alone in a room, in which you can hardly find any furniture, only a small table stood before the door. Solitude and sorrow prevailed and the night witnessed that, as the wind blew from time to time moving the window and giving her chills, as if it was her companion checking if she was still alive. Jane was an indulgent, pretty woman with pleasant manners. However, her behavior had changed ever since the death of her sister Eliza. She had somehow found herself abandoned by everybody. Her parents passed away when she was 5 , and she scarcely had any relatives . Except her fiancé John who was in war by that time, no one would’ve noticed neither her existence nor her absence. Jane thought of committing suicide more than once , but she was too attached to life to do so such thing . Regarding her education; she was home schooled however never considered that seriously, after all she was a woman of great fortune. The only solace she had to calm her rage was music, she was a pianist a very accomplished one. Unfortunately no one’s ever witnessed her playing to judge but her dead Eliza. That night , she was mortified by these memories and she acknowledged so many facts as far as her life was concerned . A bitter sensation of spending 27 years in the world without having any truth, any story, any life. Not that she endeavored to change this tragedy, instead she had chosen to watch her own failure and peacefully be part of it. Which is mainly due to the way she was raised , her elder sister Eliza was in charge of bringing her up . Every wish of hers was granted right away that tuned her into a very spoiled girl. Back then when she was a child, she had always attended the circus festival that visited their town seasonably . She was quite passionate about the dancers; to her they were real stars. She was willing to join the group when she grows old . Being there with Eliza and their nanny were the only memories that ignited her faith . Jane was not a woman who deserted life and simply gave up , not at all . She simply lost pleasure in what is ordinary . If it wasn’t for her love for John to whom she vouched to survive, things would’ve been much worst. He knew about her bad temper and was always capable of making her happier. To her his return was like that beam of light we expect at the end of a dark tunnel. Luckily she was informed he was safe and sound , probably coming back soon . It was 06:00 o’clock already. Jane keeping her eyes closed but her mind open couldn’t help but dive into a deep thought again. In the neighborhood , she was referred to as the mysterious woman although no one ever dared to question her beauty ;manners and politeness . In her mansion there were too many servants yet she was never intimate with any of them except her old nanny Louisa, who had always been concerned about her. Jane , opened her eyes finally in a quick move , as if she was expecting to find herself in wonderland . But reality gave her a wake call soon enough . A sweet soft music drew her notice, a thing that did not convey enough gratification at first but she decided to leave her bed and check. She soon got up, walked towards the window , opened the curtains rolling her eyes slowly, she glimpsed a carriage . Indeed it was john’s return . She couldn’t help but smile . Although she was too curious for the carriage couldn’t make such music . Looking even farther, she saw a tent being set up . A big striped tent . it was the circus ; it’s been too long before they paid visit to their town . Jane the lover and Jane the child were both excited .That morning offered her two wonderful surprises , as if her thinking all night did not go to waste .Actually , she was too happy that she had tears rolling down her cheeks . Strange hein ? what could be the point of such story ? We all have little things that bring back the best of us . Very simple things that have the power to demolish our darkest fears and to make our rage vanish. We have lived those moments in which life was too insignificant to be lived . As we have all recalled those simple things in order to move on . Same goes for Jane whose happiness was regained only thanks to a picture she caught while opening her curtains , in fact she was opening her will of being happy . Jane might get those sorrowful moments over and over again every time she’s on her own . Yet the more that sorrow increases the more the value of her simple things does . Take pride in what makes you happy and never abandon it , for before you know it , it might be gone . Let it ignite your faith and simply bring the best of you .