Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Not a girl, not yet a woman

I'm sixteen. You might ask, is it any different? since it's so hyped and what not. Well, I don't know the exact answer to that myself. It's strange, day by day, nothing seems to change, but soon enough, when you look back, everything is different. I probably am not the same I was even a week back, but that's okay, because I believe that every step I'm taking, is leading me to a good place. I do not ask for perfection.
Perfection is overrated. There is no frictionless surface. There are no ideal gases. Science itself negates perfection
Be who you are, with all your little quirks and individualistic qualities.
Lets redefine what we're all working towards. Not towards perfection, in that case we would soon become a world of clones. But towards creating, polishing, enhancing US, who we are and what we've got.
Everything isn't right, but its alright because I'm okay with having to face tests, whatever kinds they might be. I'm ready to take on what is going to be thrown at me. It's alright to cry about the stupidest things sometimes. I know there might be times when I'll cry well into the night, thinking about how wrong things are and wishing other things never happened, but I know now that that IS going to happen, but its not the end of the world.
I used to be in a permanent state of confusion. I think that is beginning to clear away. There are things that I'm going to be clear about no matter what. And for the time being, that is enough for me. My thoughts might seem scattered and disjointed, but soon enough, I will find a way to connect the dots.
The lies - they drop like acid rain, washing away the best of everything. If you have an ounce of raw stuff left in you, preserve it, guard it like you would your last breath. Because in this age of the loss of genuineness, innocence is brilliant.
You are everything that is, your thoughts, your life, your dreams come true. You are everything you choose to be. You are as unlimited as the endless universe.
Hold your head high. Stick your chest out.
You can make it.
It gets dark sometimes, but morning comes.
Keep hope alive.
I have faith. I'm telling life, "I trust you. Do what you must."

2 comments:

  1. just one word 'mast hai'!
    even though u got deviated in between from ur main topic of being 16...but it just something too good written by someone who is just 16!

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