I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this. I’ve always been fascinated with swans. Yes, they can get a little cuckoo at times, then again who doesn’t? Have you ever see a swan glide over water? Calm and composed on the outside, but the feet that are paddling like mad, tell a different story. All the pain, to just stay afloat.
Swans are not the only ones who do that. Acting all cool on the exterior I mean. People do that as well… all the time. They pretend like everything is fine, but only the feet know the pain (in our case, heart or *insert name of favourite organ *) .
We’re all carrying secrets, secrets we don’t let out that easily.
So, I’m writing this both, for and to you. You know who you are.
Just because everyone seems to be “having it together” (whatever that means) doesn’t mean they do. We all have scars. And it’s upto you how you look at them. They could be an ugly reminder about your past, or a beautiful assurance that the wound has closed up.
I hate sounding like a self-help book. I know I do. So, I promise you a photo of a rather rad dog and cat, at the end of this shortish (hopefully) post.
You’re beautiful, inside (haha. I’m trying my best not to sound dirty. Obviously, as you can read, I’m failing) much more than you are on the outside. Go seize the day and cause some mayhem. Actually… don’t. Just act cool. Here’s an emoticon, that’s cool by popular standards B) .
You should know that according to a popular quote, one should never put all their eggs in one basket. Who does that anyway? Also, eggs don’t come in baskets these days.
But, the point is… eggs are delicate, but not as delicate as feelings. Never invest all your feelings in someone. Save some, actually a loooot (many o’s to indicate the quantity, in case you missed it) for yourself. Your time, emotions and energy are very important. Though you have gatorade to renew your energy. Your time and emotions need to be safe-guarded. Unless they develop a time machine, in which case feel free to go cuckoo.
But that doesn’t mean you should be afraid to put your heart out. Take a chance, fall in love. But always remember the eggs shizz.
I know this is easier said than done, but worrying will get you no where. Unless you have a friend or a relative named Worrying, who can drive you to places. Then Worrying is definitely GOING to get you to places. (yes, I’m so very funneh). But until then, as tough as it is… Get your mind off worrying and do something else. Write about worrying, sing or dance. Do anything but worry (this sentence would mean something else, if somebody is named Worry. In which case, I’m sorry Worry. I truly am)
And finally, you of all people need to hear this. You can’t forever live with what went wrong when you were a child. Everyone, every single ‘perfect’ person in the world is damaged. I thought I was perfect too, until I chipped my tooth as a kid. That shizz is ugly.
We ‘re damaged by people we love. Whether it is the fear of commitment, the fear of being abandoned or the fear of butterflies (I blame my family for the last fear), people can scar us for life. Fathers, mothers, siblings, aunts , uncles, cousins… every person you love, can and to a certain extent will damage you. If you can find it in your heart to forgive them for their imperfections, just like you will eventually be forgiven for yours… you will be able to deal with life much better.
This is what Stephen Chbosky said, in The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Read, understand and be cool.
So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.
Life will sometimes be mysterious, sad, confusing and frustrating.
But you, you of all should know this… Life will also be bright, happy and cheerful. You’ll have sunny days, flowers, bees (that hopefully won’t sting you) and happy chirping birds.
Because, unless you have dark, damp and rainy days… You’ll never get to enjoy a pleasant summer morning.
P. S: Here are photos of a dog and a cat being rad. Plucked again from Kalyan Yasaswi’s travel diaries.