Thought Droplets
My picture-perfect Kodak photo
I’m 24 years old, but the world around me constantly reminds me that I’m still young. I think I have a lot of time to explore the world, but as they say, time is subjective, and that it skips a beat and passes in the blink of an eye. But that doesn’t stop me to dream of the Kodak memories I desire to spend in the future. Until then, I’m spending my time in a closed room in front of a monitor trying to engulf something worth knowing, with numerous others, each with their own goals, sorrows, and stories squalling to be heard. Meanwhile, breathing day after day, I keep reminiscing with my headphones in my ear listening to the songs I have been listening since ages. The songs barking into my ears as if playing them will open a door for me so that I can move forward and escape the life that I’ve locked myself into. This is just another day of my daily routine, but today something is different. Today it struck me that I’ve been reliving the same story of someone else through decoding these lyrics while at the same time, I’ve forgotten to work upon my own.
I’ve decided that I don’t wish to encircle around someone else’s story or follow that conventional path. I don’t want to be that society certified manuscript that I am not. Because even though things may never pan out to be the perfect masterpiece I envisioned in my mind, that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t let the brush in my hands dance on the canvas without any assigned sequence. Because the element of surprise in what the painting will turn out is both terrifying and exciting, and so is the thought of my future.
I don’t know if I will live to 100 or even make my 30’s, so I believe in creating the lyrics to my own song. And I know, I might get lost along the way or blind-sided by an unexpected crossroads that might lead me into the dark but I’ll learn to embrace the darkness and accept it as a part of my journey, because that picture-perfect Kodak photo I want, isn’t going to develop in light.
