Tale behind the tale.

So I recently wrote a tweet sized story which was published by the online fiction platform named, 'Terribly Tiny Tales'. The tale was about Midas, the king who could turn anything he touched into gold. A fine gift to have right?.

Well, my little story went something like this:

A lot of people asked me what I was thinking when I came up with this story. So I'd like to explain it here, the 'tale behind the tale'. I heard the story of the king with the golden touch when I was around 9 or 10 if memory serves me right. And I remember being mildly amused by this. It was a classic case of what you want isn't always what you end up getting. I think as a child, you're a true believer in the impossible. You believe in wishes coming true, in fairies or giants, good triumphing over evil and all those happily ever afters. I believed in all of those things too, and yet, I remember listening to this story as my uncle read it out to me, and I remember being amused by Midas's foolishness.

As I grew up, this story would cross my mind now and then. Especially, when I was wishing for something I knew would ultimately be bad for me. I think in a way, Midas taught me that sometimes NOT getting what you want is the best thing that could ever happen to you. So sometimes when I don't get that job I was really looking forward to, or when I'm let down by a friend, I'd like to think that there's a reason why it didn't happen the way I wanted it to. And that makes it easier to let go of disappointments and push myself to work harder and be better.

So this story is a tribute to poor Midas. Who,with his wonderfully terrible curse, somehow managed to teach a little girl what it is to let go of things not meant for her.

Thank you Midas.