Have you ever noticed that once in a while life seems like a novel or a cinematic caper? It's times like these that knock my head out of the clouds and send me plummeting back to our little, blue planet. So why am I so distracted?
I will chalk it up to misplaced importance of minor details.
So here I am, one of billions, placed on planet Earth which is merely a speck in the sky; a tiny cross-section of an unfathomable forever of stars and stardust. So what?
Who cares about some poet on a bar stool? Who cares about some chick slinging beer and the occasional feature article? I say that as though the words sling carelessly from mind to Microsoft Word, which is not the case, fortunately.
So how careless are our lives and how short is our visit on this planet?
I am the eternal multi-tasker, but I've come to the conclusion that it's not what you do, it's what you do effectively. Sure, I can make drinks, write, and take pictures...
..but how good am I, really?
It's like trying to talk on the phone while you are eating, watching TV and writing a paper..something is going to get lost in translation or you will choke on your yummy sugar-free chocolate truffles in the process.
So much is lost in translation and the confusion is rooted in concentration of thought. If your energy is scattered, your thoughts will be too and that confusion will resonate in your communication. Also, your scatter-brained self will no more know how to tie your shoelaces than calculate algorithms. So what's my name again?
So, I start tomorrow knowing I am a novice and knowing that I am no more than a bag of bones, a mass of carbon-based matter until I can concentrate my energies on something more than the life I thought I wanted, the life validated by someone or something else. It's like asking someone to place value on a lily. It's beautiful and delicate, but what can you say about it, really?
So, we need to be persons of conscience and substance.
So, are we mavericks? No. Are we particularly different than those who have gone before? No.
Like everyone, I've first blamed my parents, then blamed my society, blamed my world, blamed the media, blamed boys, blamed everyone else but the person who was really to blame...
..me.
So this is the story of someone who can finally look at herself in the mirror. This is the story of a girl.
This isn't a fairytale.
Have you ever read the original Grimm's fairy tales? It's more like that. The stories you heard in youth were a watered-down version of the original. I guess that's life, huh? Check it out someday. They are pretty cool. It's not always a happily ever-after and the plot is a little messier along the way, but doesn't that make it all the more beautiful when it comes to the climax?
So, I've realized lately that I have some explaining to do...mostly to myself. You're probably wondering how a girl can graduate with honors and still be a complete idiot. It's mostly about awareness.
I'm beginning to wake up.
