My family had always been mediocre in its needs and desires, had bread-earners, a loving bond and a cozy bed to sleep in . What else could I possibly need? That was what i thought until I stepped out into the world, with the luxury, the bliss of having every thing that catches one’s eye and as anyone else, i was enchanted. And that too in totality. I loved to be trendy , following whatever my peers did with a blindfold. Skinny jeans, Over-sized button downs, studded sneakers, voluminous hair , eyeliner and what not. That phase hung over me for half a year, and finally, after all , I freed myself of the blindfold. I saw the reality- harsh but utterly true. They say that better be hurt by a truth than comforted with a lie. Very well said. I opened my eyes and stepped outside of the bubble I’d lived in, I came to feel the uncertainty that I never knew when my time would come to die , I’d been irresponsible, never knowing that this world was just a hallucination, a test for what was yet to come.
Then began the revolution. I freed myself of the mundane wishes of being trendy, up to date with the foolish examples set by peers, I paved another path, which I today , being honest am proud of. I tried to and continue trying to adorn my hereafter, the ocean , I am yet to face. i am another person today, the person i had never thought of being, I changed and am happy to be alive, aware of the vulnerability of this world- knowing that maybe tomorrow wont come. But if tomorrow comes, I hope that I continue to push myself on the path I’ve carved in the places where only rocks met my eyes, i hope to be a better me- a satisfied, content ‘me’.
You can steer towards the right path too if you’re trying to venture out from your callous or complacent life as every revolution begins with a spark.
~ Saadia
Run, kid, run till your lungs ache and your shins split open. Run till you leave the dead earth hanging on the shattered horizon. Run, leave the immaculate fields behind, plains where the grass is too green, run and strip the unnecessary. Run, love, run till your eyes have drowned in an ocean of stinging tears, run till the trees drift away into an illusional distance. Run till the rain has drenched your bones and the snow nestles in your hair. Run till you are carved raw, run till you find the abode of your demons and the abbey of your angels, run , for the sake of your damned life, run. Run till colours drink themselves up in the sky and the night folds into herself.
Reflections 