The spoiled brat and You.

There is a school. In that school there is a class. And in that class are just two students. You and a spoiled little kid.

Your teacher has given you the responsibility for that spoiled kid.

The kid is extremely genius, but is spoiled. He has a severe case of hyperactivity. His short concentration span causes him to get bored and distracted easily. His impatience makes him look for something to work on constantly. He just needs something or the other all the time. He is extremely uncomfortable sitting on his own and will do anything to escape sitting idle. He is impulsive. At the same time, since he gets bored easily, if forced to do something, he ends up detesting it. He is rebel. Like a typical stubborn, spoiled little kid.

You, on the other hand, are mature and wise. You understand things. You perceive things from an angle and a view point which the little kid is blind to.

From school's day 1, you have been made responsible for the little kid. Whatever he does will be attributed to you. His success, his failure is judged by how you mentor him.

On the first day, you force him to study. He ends up throwing a tantrum. He runs away in the playground to play at the time when he suppose to study. He ends up failing the test because you could not make him sit and study.

On the second day, you try a different strategy. You bring him chocolates and cakes, you lure him into studying to get those chocolates and cakes. He does study, hogs down those chocolates and cakes and gets a good grade in his test. However, he then starts manipulating you to get him cakes and chocolates for everything that you want him to do. He starts blackmailing you.

On the third day, you don't give up. You decide to try another strategy. You bring him colors, pens, paints and try sustaining his attention through interactive sessions. It works for sometime, but then, he starts again. He starts getting distracted. Fed up and frustrated, you scold him. You beat him. You force him. You punish him in emotional and physical sense. It doesn't matter.
After having a good fight, you end up making him cry. He sit there in the corner, crying and drawing his heart out. He writes and draws. He paints and writes. You stand there in the corner, feeling guilty and noticing him subtly. Slowly, you walk to him, he runs away from you. Nevertheless, you pick up his papers and smile. You realize, despite his issues, what a brilliant kid he is. He draws and paints and writes like no other. You realize his work is work of a genius.

His failure to perform well is attributed to your failure of mentoring him well. Involuntarily and subconsciously, you delve into self doubt. You start doubting your skills of managing a kid. You start doubting your talents of observing and counselling a little kid. You start doubting your leadership skills.

Self doubt eats up your self confidence. It makes you lethargic. It drains you. You stop trying to mentor the kid. You zone out and start staying silent.

One day before the final exams, you sit there; while as usual, the kid is throwing tantrums. You just sit, with your arms folded, your eyes heavy, you just sit there staring deeply into his eyes. After a while, he stops. He stops crying. He stops throwing a tantrum. He stops. It seems something has hit him. He tries to get your attention; he provokes you to react. You don't. You just sit and observe. Sitting there, while he is trying his innovative tricks to gauge your attention, you break into a smile. You just sit and smile back at him. He cries, you smile. He complains and whines, you smile. He shouts, you smile. He feels hurt, you smile.

And then, Magic happens. He starts doing his work. He starts impressing you. He starts working the way you wanted him to. He stops complaining and starts focusing on his genius side. His natural genius makes him naturally perform well. He wins the world. He says he is in love with you. He does not know how to express, but surely, he says, it is because of you.

Your smile and failure to react starved his ego to death. You let him feel his pain to realize that his pain is nothing but a senseless voice in his own mind. You let his illusion die its natural death by not reacting and not feeding to it. By not falling prey to his attention seeking skills,

The spoiled little kid is your brain.
The You is Your Soul.

For Magic happens when your Soul understands your brain and works together to create marvels unimaginable.