Thursday, February 12, 2015

Letter from Medical Marijuana: (A Metaphor)

Dear Master,

The day you set me on your bed stand, I knew you were not one of those people who would smoke me up for the wrong reasons. Medical Marijuana, as they have entitled - I have bigger purposes in life. I help the ones in need - those whose pain is greater than the death itself. And I was certain you knew it. For the obvious reason: instead of smoking me up, you chose to set me on your bed stand.

You have always been a healthy person. Hence, I was never a necessity in your life. I have observed that all along. We have seen places together - places that you actually enjoy visiting every now and then; like the clubs or house parties. I enjoy those places as much as you do. We had that in common.  Yet, as always, you never took a puff of me. I was never a bag full of temptation for you. You respected my existence and protected me whenever possible.

There were times when parts of me got stuck in the wrong hands. Yet somehow, like an oasis in a desert, I found my way back to the bed stand, next to you... telling you stories of my suffering and pain. You understood them all because you knew I was a special kind of breed. I was born to help the ones in need. You cussed the abusers with me because you too could feel my pain. You didn't try to help me heal those burnt scars; you knew you wouldn't be able to do it. Nevertheless, you kept me by your side. You never questioned the circumstances or the times I spent in those wrong hands either. All that mattered to you was me setting myself free from those dirty hands.

This went on for years and years. There were times when I wouldn't even see you everyday; yet when you came back it would be like you never left. 

My trust in you started elevating by day, because you never lusted over me. I knew you didn't need me. Like I said, in my eyes you were a healthy individual and in your eyes I was a bag of magic that belonged to a special someone. Someone, whose life would be miserable without me. And someone, who would actually understand my worth.

That was until that day you gave me that look. For the first time, I could see a different kind of pain in your eyes; pain that had a hint of temptation. It seemed like you needed me. I couldn't quite understand why. That is something that I still don't understand. Maybe you needed me to distract your mind from that unfaithful lover who deserted you. Or maybe you needed a distraction from your mundane life filled with nothing but work. There could be many reasons that I may or may not even know. However, what I know for sure is, you didn't actually need me. You could be doing fine without me.

What took me by surprise was the way I started falling prey of your addiction. I felt like I was healing you in one way or another. I grew accustomed to the ecstasy that you got every time some bits of me burnt. Then suddenly, you were able to be up on your own. I seemed to be useless. Maybe it was because your once unfaithful lover found a way back to your life. Or maybe because you got back the thrill you wanted from life. There could be million of reasons that I may or may not even know. Hence, I was no longer a muse in your life. Instead of bed stand though, you shoved me into a dark corner this time. Maybe because you couldn't face me anymore. Or maybe you just didn't care about my existence anymore. There could be a million of reasons that I may or may not even know.

What disappoints me the most is, in the end, like those wrong hands, you used me as well. You used me to fill an empty void resulted from the stress/life you couldn't handle. Then when I got used to your addiction, you shoved me in the corner. Worst part is, I never saw it coming from you. So I am running away from you now, gathering up the bits and pieces that you haven't burnt up yet. I am sure me running away will go unnoticed. But I am leaving for my own sake. I still believe that someday I will make it to the rightful owner and serve my purpose. I hope your memories of betrayal will be burnt down into those parts of me that you lit up and turned into ashes. Stay happy my dear master, I hope to never see or hear from you again! :)

1 comment:

  1. I agree with your blog and i will be back to check it more in the future so please keep up your work. michael kors outleti love your content & the way that you write. growing marijuana

    ReplyDelete