Confused, dishevelled and entangled so badly were the various images in her mind that her nights and days seemed like a haze. A mesh of a million thoughts, words and emotions all interwoven somehow, causing her to ride through the storm and hold on tightly as the tide carried her through the crashing waves so intent on breaking her resolve. Continue reading
I stand spell-bound, timing my departure to correspond to the setting sun and its farewell. I watch, as it slowly begins to fade away surrounded by a wide expanse of colours spread out across the horizon. Each ray merges into another creating a mesmerizing breath-taking view of an array of patterns. Reds, oranges and purples, a splash of pink and blue here and there surround an orb of the yellow softened glow. Continue reading
I was brought up being told to dream big. But simply dreaming big was not where it stopped. Following my dreams, trusting my instincts, and doing what was right was also mandatory.
I have always gone by this rule and followed my heart, doing things which make me happy all the while keeping within certain limitations and self-imposed boundaries. I have learnt to pick myself up along the way, never ever to back down once crushed and to plough ahead constantly replaying my moment of glory in my head. This has helped me a lot, especially during those tough times when I feel as though I’m alone out there, fighting a battle which refuses to end, daring me to make one wrong move; or maybe just a tiny slip.
But what if someone tells you that dreaming big is wrong, that your rule is faulty and your goals unrealistic and unattainable; that all your ambitions are way out of this world? They try their hardest to undermine you, and demoralize you with every step you take, waiting for the moment when you are most vulnerable.Seems like a huge slap across the face and an awful lot to swallow especially after all those years of envisioning the very dreams people now consider impractical and naive.
You suddenly begin to go over and re-consider all your plans. You become unsure of yourself, your own abilities which you were so sure of before now seem to be flawed and incapable of helping you achieve your goals. Your targets begin to seem unattainable and those dreams which seemed so vivid before now become a hazy mirage at the back of your vision. You let other people weaken you and you lose.
The power they now have over you is so enormous; it has the magnitude to destroy all you set out to achieve. You begin to drown.
Word’s always have the impact to make or break a person. Letting someone’s words affect you in such a drastic way could be the stepping stone, which if allowed, could result in your downfall.
Though it may seem impossible and extremely hard at times, being strong and standing your ground is the only thing which can help keep us standing. The world is full of hungry vulture’s busy hunting. The question is this, will you allow yourself to become a victim; a prey to be hunted?
Exhausted is a word which barely begins to describe my state right now. To say I’m physically, emotionally and mentally spent would be an understatement. Yet here I am, busy hammering away at my keyboard despite having a back load of reading to catch up on, exam revisions to undertake, pages upon pages of learning to do and a million other things on my mind, which if I were to begin to explain, would literally take me the rest of the year maybe more.
As students we are given deadlines to work towards, assignments to complete, projects to undergo, presentations to give and of course the exams, which simply passing is never enough for me; I have to get that top mark or distinction. This need to excel and perform better than the rest is probably a genetic malfunction I would happily blame on my parents any day. But don’t take me wrong, I’m not complaining. In fact this growing sense of ambition which seems to get stronger day by day is one of the biggest blessings I have been given for which I am truly grateful.
Something which is completely beyond me however is my unwillingness and desire to revise. Throughout my education I have come to notice that whenever exam time approaches, each and every single student will do their hardest to make excuses for not sitting down to study. Be it catching up with old friends, replying to emails, sorting out your wardrobe, even doing house chores will seem more enticing than opening those bland text books or lecture notes and making yourself concentrate on them. Focusing at this time seems beyond us all. Facebook seems to be visited more frequently, mobile phones are checked every other minute for no reason other than to while away the hours and don’t forget the food; gouging on fast food, downing lattés like water and generally feasting on every single thing we can lay eyes on becomes something of a compulsion for students of all ages.
It’s strange really. When being forced to do something, in this instance revising for an exam, we begin to resist and look for any outlet which will allow us to spend as little time in doing the very thing which ultimately needs to be done at every cost. However, be it any other day that very same activity will seem to capture our interest and cause time to pass us by without us caring. For example the subject we took a lecture on, will seem exceptionally interesting on any other day other than exam times ,so much so that we might spend an extra hour just reading through extra material for basic general knowledge.
Being unable to grasp the strangeness of these occurrences, I will simply bring it down to the nature of human beings to resist any form of forceful constraints which we are bound by and must uphold. Either that, or a general unwillingness and fear of facing the consequences and results of our actions which are a part of every one of us. This trait is displayed particularly during the result announcement day.
As for me, for now I must tackle that back log once and for all!
She looked out across the horizon, her thoughts a million miles away. The sun, in all its glory shone down upon the clear water, its rays bouncing off of it, making it shimmer and dance like a sprinkling of pixie dust. Despite the presence of the sun, the wind and cold were relentless and unyielding.
Across the runway; stretched out beyond the water’s edge, a plane’s engine began to hum. She watched as it slowly began to move across the runway, gradually gathering speed until its wheels lifted and it rose. Higher and higher it moved, and still she watched.
Soon the wheels began to fold inward and as it made its ascent into the blue morning sky; she watched it until it disappeared from sight, a tiny dot of nothingness, soon swallowed by the magnificence of the sky. She felt the cold wind sting her eyes, forcing the tears from them and she gathered her jacket tightly around her.
The coffee she had brought out with her helped warm her chilled hands, sore and red from the cold. She was alone out there with her thoughts, clinging to the steel bars watching the water and planes as they taxied across the runway, slowly ascending and descending between regular intervals.
As she stood there, her mind was processing a million thoughts simultaneously, all somehow entwined. She liked to come here and think, to dream. She loved the way the water never looked the same, how it seemed to reflect her mood. Sometimes calm, clear and beautiful to watch, while at other times, reckless, intense and furious. The ferocity of the wind and waves didn’t scare her. Neither did she mind the cold much, but she could feel her toes going stiff, her eyes stinging with each gust of wind that blew across her face.
Time seemed to be at a standstill while she stood there, reminiscing old times and thinking of the future.
She wondered about the uncertainty of life and how everything seemed to always have a mind of its own. She wondered why people were so unpredictable and the oddest ways in which they slowly gathered importance in our lives. But most of all she thought of moments long gone and the people who meant so much to her. She missed them with all her heart, but as she stood there alone, she knew that life would figure out things and somehow it would all work out in the end.
A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it. – Jean De La Fontaine
Don’t be dismayed at good-byes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends.-Richard Bach