‘When tomorrow comes I’ll be on my own,
Feeling frightened of the things
that I don’t know.
When tomorrow comes,
Tomorrow comes,
Tomorrow comes.’
-Jessie J (Flashlight)
Have you ever woken up to that
perfect ray of light that peeks through your bedroom curtains and leaves behind
a trail of golden dust in its wake? That cascade of golden that leaves
you curling even more into your comforter in content at being woken up in the
most subtle of ways.
And yet, perhaps, like most
people, you can't help but yearn for more sleep.
Perhaps that is why light is
said to be a path of guidance. A path where one will never get lost or stray
away from what matters to them most.
A way of differentiating between
the constant urge to just ignore the world and keep snoozing away or to finally
rise up and begin the day with a flare, burning bright. After
all, it is the moonlight that guides one throughout the dark of night and the
rays of golden that highlight the forest floor in their own vibrant glory.
She
wasn’t what they wanted her to be.
She knew that.
Perhaps, it was
all those years of being called a disappointment or being looked down upon by
lips that never wanted to hear her own chapped ones move.
She wasn’t what
they wanted her to be.
And she had
learned to live with that sad truth.
There's always a light in the
midst of the darkness. Yet, it is only seen by those who are actually searching
for it. Perhaps, you’ve lived your life divulging further into the
darkness, without an orb of light in sight. You’ve dived into an inky
blackness that sticks to your skin like tar and it just won't let go.
If you’re surrounded by nothing
but black, it's hard to look for the white that you believe doesn't exist
anymore.
If ever you do see the light it
just seems like a hallucination that you know will come to an end.
We are so scared of things ending
that we don’t even let them begin. I used to weigh my days in ounces of
misery and misfortune. Now, I measure them using my own system of beauty
and content.
The stars were always brighter when she stared at them from atop
her small balcony.
She was a dreamer.
She dreamed of writing to her hearts content and creating new
worlds for only her eyes to see.
Of singing to the moon because he was the only one there to
listen.
Of sketching whatever her fingers doodled on that parchment of Manila
paper.
Her dreaming was accused of being a means of ‘thinking too much’.
How can you tell a child to stop THINKING
TOO MUCH when you haven’t even seen what they can do with their mind?
To stop being creative and utilize their imagination to the
fullest of their capability?
To strip them of the very thing that makes them see life in a
positive light?
If you cannot even open up your eyes to the possibilities lying
right there in front of you, in the child that stands before you begging for
you to notice her for who she is and not for what you want her to be, what does
that say about you?
Learn to live each day for each
and every moment. Not for when the day comes to an end so that you can
start again tomorrow. Life isn't about do overs. It's about
living each day to the fullest while it lasts.
It’s about accepting support from those who are present when you need
them the most. In the deepest black of
your very being, allow the flashlight of your loved ones illuminate your mind.
Her flashlight came in the form of a friend.
A friend that would listen and respond in kind.
A friend who got her to fulfill her dreams even when the world
told her not too.
A friend who made her get up on that stage, and made her sing in
front of actual people rather than to the moon that only watched her from
afar.
A friend who told her to write, to let the world hear her voice
through her words.
A friend who held her while she cried and laughed with her when
she smiled.
A friend who was always there when she needed her the most.
Learn to see the light even in
the darkest circumstances. The darkness will always be a part of your life
whether you like it or not. Just
remember, that without the darkness, you would never be able to see the stars.
She wasn’t what
they wanted her to be.
No.
She was what SHE wanted to be.
Confident, passionate and determined.
It has been such a long time since I updated and I thank all you Justice Seekers who have been EXTREMELY patient with me and waited for this update. Thank you so much:) This post is another post that says a little about my story.
ReplyDeleteI personally dedicate this post to all you Justice Seekers out there that gave me the chance to make my dreams come true by allowing me to express myself through my words.
A personal shout out to Swarali Pandare, who stood by me during everything and anything.
To Omkar Deshpande, who I got to know so well, more so after we parted ways and started living as independent individuals while following our dreams.
To Erica Roche, who, even after 8 years of living in different continents, proved to me that distance never comes between friendship.
To Rachel, who is the most supportive person that I've never met face to face but am absolutely looking forward to meeting one day.
To my family, who I've always yearned to make proud through my actions and decisions.
And lastly, to my entire 12th grade graduating class, because they taught me how to Dream, Dream and Dream some more.
You Justice Seekers are one of the best things, if not the BEST thing that has ever happened to me.
Never stop living, learning and loving.
Love you guys, always.
This post was simply amazing and very true. True friends will always stay together, even if they are miles away. They are the solution to most of the problems. That's because they grow together with you...
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P.S I liked how you metaphorised good friends as flashlight. That was great.
Thank you so much Deltomega! Your words have always been an inspiration to me since day one. Yes! We all do grow together and that is definitely what makes our relationships so strong! Thank you so much for always being a supportive shoulder to lean on:). Never stop spreading your wisdom and words;)
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