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Radiant Resilience
Slow and steady wins the race, says the world to conceal the flaws of its own. After all, it's rigorous to accept a being without perfection, isn't it?
Lilah, a typical high achiever lived with her conflicting ideas about the world, in the very same world itself. She raised questions on every law hither or thither. Looking for answers that never existed.
She had a pet rabbit, mettle whom she applauded often. Of how despite the stain of failure and procrastination that symbolised his clan now, he lived in all his eminence. Associated with moon deities and signified rebirth or resurrection of hope and life.
She couldn't help but wonder, aren't we all the same rabbit who lost a not-so-crucial race from an apathetic tortoise?
Not all of us are always alert of the upcoming adversity, and it doesn't make us any less of a human. The scars we call flaws are actually engraved scribbles of the battles we fought. Won or not is not part of the context.
For how can one win over another, if every day they fight different battles?
Lilah was a quick-witted girl, she not only excelled in academics but sports. However, all good things must come to an end. For her, the farewell was bid when a pandemic disguised as doom knocked the world. Where some folks were bravely coping up with the wounds, she chose to find solace in the cracks and scoot away from reality.
The lockdown was announced for literally years, the cages ate up some, while others broke them apart only to burn into ashes. The igniting flames of the virus had mercy on none.
She fell behind in academics and became lethargic. Dullness overpowered her sparkle and she rusted with every vicious syllable that hit her.
After all the online technology fails to coordinate the emotional turmoils over long distances. Who is to blame, when the similar naivety is portrayed by the hearts beating across the room?
Quiescency can rebuke fervour guilts. Lack of anticipation about the marginalia of tomorrow is not just scary but frustrating too. It's hard to fathom one's forfeit, as it all gets dusted under the loads of sympathy and morals.
Nonetheless, it's said...
Lilah, a typical high achiever lived with her conflicting ideas about the world, in the very same world itself. She raised questions on every law hither or thither. Looking for answers that never existed.
She had a pet rabbit, mettle whom she applauded often. Of how despite the stain of failure and procrastination that symbolised his clan now, he lived in all his eminence. Associated with moon deities and signified rebirth or resurrection of hope and life.
She couldn't help but wonder, aren't we all the same rabbit who lost a not-so-crucial race from an apathetic tortoise?
Not all of us are always alert of the upcoming adversity, and it doesn't make us any less of a human. The scars we call flaws are actually engraved scribbles of the battles we fought. Won or not is not part of the context.
For how can one win over another, if every day they fight different battles?
Lilah was a quick-witted girl, she not only excelled in academics but sports. However, all good things must come to an end. For her, the farewell was bid when a pandemic disguised as doom knocked the world. Where some folks were bravely coping up with the wounds, she chose to find solace in the cracks and scoot away from reality.
The lockdown was announced for literally years, the cages ate up some, while others broke them apart only to burn into ashes. The igniting flames of the virus had mercy on none.
She fell behind in academics and became lethargic. Dullness overpowered her sparkle and she rusted with every vicious syllable that hit her.
After all the online technology fails to coordinate the emotional turmoils over long distances. Who is to blame, when the similar naivety is portrayed by the hearts beating across the room?
Quiescency can rebuke fervour guilts. Lack of anticipation about the marginalia of tomorrow is not just scary but frustrating too. It's hard to fathom one's forfeit, as it all gets dusted under the loads of sympathy and morals.
Nonetheless, it's said...
