Somethings are meant to be

NEW JOB

"Hear, hear, hear!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "I finally got the job that I strived for and that –"I said while entering through the green-colored door into an apartment full of lights.

"Calm down right there. I understand that whatever it is it must be electrifying but you don't have to barge through the doors and scream this in my ears, Al." She was sitting right there on the blue couch, with its back turned towards me, in the living room, in front of the television with pretzel and Nutella in her hand. One of the most satisfying combinations in the world and with which the stomach agrees.

"Rae...how can I keep calm when I'm the" I was interrupted by some kind of noise and then, in a split of a second I fell back straight on the ground with something heavy sitting on my face.

"S-stop it now b-b-buster" I managed to utter these words between his licks.

Buster is our 4 and a half years old, Old English sheepdog and everyone knows that they'll do anything to grab their owners' attention. Finally, Rae got him off me.

"So...what is your 'worth of all the slaughtering in college' job?"

"Yesss...Where was I?" I continued while getting up "I have been appointed as the project manager in my company to design the headquarters of 'The Quintessence of Quire'!" I exclaimed. Well, now I'm totally winning this world. 'The Quintessence of Quire' is only the most magnanimously stupendous mishap that rules the world with its vicissitude sheets of paper that are so awe-inspiring that you need it for life's every calamity. It's not some gigolo of a fashion magazine it is the stroke of good fortune.

As soon as I uttered these words I saw the smile from Rae's face slowly fading away.

"Finally, one of us has a real job...." Rae said in a melancholy tone. I know she was happy for me much more than that can be described it was just the sadness of her not being it all.

It was all good until I didn't have a remunerative job. She paid the bills with all that she could earn and she liked that. She always liked to be and has always been a good host. She was happy till she took care of me and the household but now since I have a job which pays more than what she earned in six months it can be hard for her not being able to take care of it all anymore. I tried to convince her that she doesn't have to do it all on her own. No one can carry the weight of what the world throws at them alone it's always better to have someone who supports you and stands by you no matter what. It is good that you can fight the world alone but it is always better if you fight it with someone by your side.

"Rae you are an artist. Don't ever underestimate your capabilities." Is what I said as a reply to her totally amiss statement made earlier.

Raelyn Monroe Beth officially my best friend. We met on the first day of high school, since then, same college, same city, and the same apartment. She majored in Fine Arts. Her dream as a child has always been to travel around the world, meet new people and share her art. Art in any form is something so powerful that it can compel you to do the things it desires. She knew this very well until she met the bona fide world. This place is something so beautifully carved that you fall into its trap of beauty and slowly and steadily as it engulfs you, you realize that now, death is the only way out of this ambuscade.

"That is what I want to be. I don't want to work in a toy store drawing the designs given to me. I don't even get to create something of my own up there. I want to move people with my art but here I can't even move my paintbrush without the permission of the designers."

I didn't know how to sugarcoat the next thing I was going to say. Well, she should know that getting a good job is not very easy, you don't become famous in a day; you have to have patience and keep working hard.