Pieces Of My Heart

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RDP Monday: Splendiferous

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The Boy Who Met a Splendiferous Day

At dawn, a boy named Ishan woke to a morning that seemed to have misbehaved.

The sun did not rise politely, it spilled. Gold slipped through the window like it had somewhere important to be. The air felt freshly invented. Even the sparrows sounded as if they were rehearsing for something grand.
Ishan frowned. “This day,” he muttered, “is being dramatic.”

On his way to school, he found a crumpled coin at his feet, warm, as though it had been waiting for him. Moments later, a stray dog chose Ishan’s shadow to rest in, tail thumping with unreasonable faith. At the corner shop, the vendor slipped him an extra sweet “by mistake,” smiling as if mistakes were blessings in disguise.

None of this felt ordinary.
It felt… splendiferous.

At school, the lesson he feared was canceled. Instead, a story was read aloud, one that seemed to know him personally, pausing where his thoughts usually wandered. During lunch, a classmate he barely spoke to shared half a sandwich and an unexpected joke. Ishan laughed so hard he forgot to guard himself.

By afternoon, the sky rearranged itself into impossible blues. A leaf spiraled down and landed perfectly in his open palm, like a practiced trick. On the walk home, rain fell briefly, ljust enough to cool the world, not enough to ruin it.

Ishan stopped.
Surely, he thought, this could not be coincidence.
Surely, this was a special day.

That evening, he asked his grandmother, “Why did everything feel so… splendiferous today?”

She looked at him for a long moment, then asked, “And what did you do with it?”

Ishan thought. He had noticed, smiled, he had shared, and he had softened.

His grandmother nodded. “That’s the secret,” she said. “The day wasn’t splendiferous to you. It was splendiferous through you.”

And in that moment, Ishan realized:
Splendiferous days are not found.
They are recognized.

Let’s take the Parable, forward

Ishan went to sleep that night thinking the lesson would change everything immediately.
It didn’t.

The next day was… fine. Ordinary. A little dull around the edges. No coins warming his palm. No leaves performing tricks. Just life, unchoreographed.

And that, he slowly learned, was the real education.

Splendiferous days don’t arrive in clusters. They don’t respect streaks. They don’t care that yesterday was hard or that you’ve “earned” something better. They appear like punctuation, meaningful only because of the sentences around them.

The parable was never promising more splendiferous days. It was teaching him how not to disappear on the unsplendiferous ones.

A Reality Check with Better Lighting

Here’s the thing no one advertises. Most days are administratively mediocre.
They are emails, errands, and emotional buffering. They are “nothing went wrong” days, which we tragically fail to celebrate because nothing went right loudly enough.

When days turn persistently dull or difficult, we assume something is broken, us, the universe, the alignment of our inner chakras, Mercury. We forget that life isn’t a highlight reel; it’s a long-form documentary with questionable pacing.

Splendiferous isn’t a reward for good behavior.
It’s a response to engagement.

You recreate it not by demanding joy, but by participating despite the lack of it. By helping someone when you’d rather retreat. By choosing curiosity over cynicism. By doing one generous thing that interrupts the narrative of “nothing is working.”

Splendiferous is what happens when you refuse to opt out.

Existential Fiction: The Order That Never Arrived

There was someone, no name, just a person, who finally had enough.

One exhausting evening, he sat quietly and placed an order with the universe.

Not dramatically. No prayers, no bargaining. Just a clear request…“One splendiferous day, please. Nothing extravagant. Just… something that works.”

He waited. Morning arrived, functional but unimpressive. Coffee tasted like effort. The world looked unchanged. By afternoon, impatience crept in. By evening, disappointment took a seat and stayed.

“This is unacceptable,” he thought. “I was very specific.” So he checked the order. Maybe he had missed a step.

That’s when he noticed something odd. The universe hadn’t rejected the request. It had returned it. Stamped gently across the silence was a message, not in words but in understanding:

Delivery unavailable.
Item requires sender participation.

Confused, the person went out anyway. He  helped a stranger without planning to. He laughed once, unexpectedly. He noticed a small kindness he would normally rush past.

And somewhere between those unremarkable acts, the day changed texture. Not dazzling, and definitely not dramatic, but alive.

That’s when it landed.

Splendiferous was never something you could order.
It was something you had to co-create. Splendiferous is not a gift from the universe.
It is a collaboration. And the moment you stop waiting for life to impress you and start showing up willing to participate…the day, quietly, begins to answer back.

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