Let it go.
A message delivered loud
and clear; implemented to near perfection. She carried on with her life in the
most dignified way possible. Chasing new horizons, following the roads
untraveled, reaching for the unseen stars, and daring to take action she would
otherwise never even think about.
She had never been more
unapologetically herself than this ever before. Someone with just the right
kind of attitude with a tinge of craziness to spread the sparks of positivity and
vibes to brighten the room. The contagious smile topped like a cherry on
the cake with “now or never” mantra, most calculative measures and
ultimately the master plans for winning at this thing everyone called
"life"
And yet...
Yet her story remained
empty somewhere. The dead ends of the roads have been always too close to
be ignored. The sparkling fireballs would burn down the house. The art of
being "her" is chaos and turns a blind eye towards the sheer
realities of life. The gut feelings replaced by mechanisms and algorithms. The
madness of it all, slowly, consistently, gradually, creeping its way up to her
heart.
Who was she? What was
her reality? The one she is now, or the one she was able to mask? There is no
going back and forth between the two as the depth of the valley in between is
where she would meet her demons hidden amidst absolute darkness. She had taken
a leap of faith to avoid falling down into the pitch-black pit and
land between the rays of light. In this process, she lost what she sought the
most.
Unspoken reminiscences,
silent scream, insinuated scars, improbable recollections, and controversial conventions,
but also, along with this, the euphoric bliss of it all. Everything that she
eventually, after holding on for too long, 'let it go'
The sleepless nights
spent in trying to wash away those memories with tears led to the death of a
thousand dreams.
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