Everyone talks about being an inspiration. I won't lie, I too wish to inspire someone, someday. Though that's a conversation for some other day. Why? Solely because I know I'll be able to tell my daughter—if I have one someday—that there are a gazillion people out there.
Out of all those people, there will be that one boy or girl who will fill her heart with indescribable feelings. Although one day, those feelings will become overtly overwhelming for both or either of the two. There will be tears, screams subdued by the pillow pressed against the face. That day I'll be able to tell her that this is a phase. That even though she feels like it is the end of her world, it isn't. That there will come one time when she would have nights devoid of tears, again. That she would be able to listen to those songs again, without wanting to rip her heart off. That she will fall in love again, both with the world and herself.
And, when she asks me, "How are you so sure?"...with a smile on my face I'll say "because I too was that girl a long long time ago."
Hopefully, that inspires her just enough.
Hopefully, I'll lead her to revelation.
Out of all those people, there will be that one boy or girl who will fill her heart with indescribable feelings. Although one day, those feelings will become overtly overwhelming for both or either of the two. There will be tears, screams subdued by the pillow pressed against the face. That day I'll be able to tell her that this is a phase. That even though she feels like it is the end of her world, it isn't. That there will come one time when she would have nights devoid of tears, again. That she would be able to listen to those songs again, without wanting to rip her heart off. That she will fall in love again, both with the world and herself.
And, when she asks me, "How are you so sure?"...with a smile on my face I'll say "because I too was that girl a long long time ago."
Hopefully, that inspires her just enough.
Hopefully, I'll lead her to revelation.
