One Day I’ll Fly Away…
Sometimes life is just a sonnet, waiting to be written. A sentence searching for a rhyme. A book waiting to be finished. You feel incomplete, incoherent, utterly useless until you find that absolutely perfect word to sum it up. To bring that poem, that book, this sonnet to the glorious life where it should be.
A couple of week back I celebrated my birthday, and among all of the celebration and hundreds of greetings, like always, it was filled with a handful of sadness.
See, this is the part most people don’t like to talk about. Where celebration of the turning of yet another year brings along with it anxiety and restless thoughts about the meaning of the life you are living. What am I doing here? Is this really where I want to be? Is this really WHO I wanna be?
When I was a kid I kept imagining knowledge craving me as a driven successful power house of a woman. When I was a kid I wanted to change the world. I wanted to help people. I wanted to SAVE people. I wanted to lead, not to follow. I wanted to do something meaningful with my life.
But as time changed the pressure of real life kicked in and now Im here. Unsettled and bothered.
I have yet to turn into the powerhouse of the woman I wanted to be, but that stubborn part of myself is never gonna give up. I have lived life. I have suffered and survived. I have cried and laughed. I have known joy and pain, and I am way too strong-headed to give up now.
So what if the path I am now following is not the one I imagined I would have? No one is the same person now he was when he was when he was a kid. maybe this is where I need to open up my wings and fly away. Maybe this is where I turn this weird array of words into a sonnet. My sonnet.
This year might even be the best of my life just yet.