A couple of months ago, I embarked on a quest. I didn't have much hope to begin with. I quested and quested, bravely, stubbornly ( I know, I just created that verb). Once in a while I caught a glimpse of the Grail.
Today, the Grail was revealed to me clearly, and just as clearly, vanished. I am not the one meant to hold it. My question has been answered and thus my quest has come to an end.
It is not, of course, the outcome I was hoping for. Yet I am strangely at peace with it. I no longer have to look out for the Grail, to wonder if it will be mine, if it is meant for me. I no longer have to worry "will I be brave enough, will I be worthy, will I have what it takes?"
I know I will keep getting glimpses of the Grail. Will I come to terms with living a life parallel to it, or will it tear my heart every time to remember that I was not the chosen one?
I don't know.
Tonight, I'm taking off my armor, cleaning my sword, taking care of my horse. My quest has come to en end.
I'll keep everything in good order for the next one.
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