June 19, 2012


Every single person on this earth, is born with the ability to shine.

Each of us has a little light within us. From the moment we enter this world, that little flame is protected by those surrounding us, until we are taught to recognise and nurture it for ourselves. Our parents are usually the first to place their hands around our little flame, protecting our light from being extinguished. Then our curious siblings are drawn to our light, and are able to feel the unconditional warmth that seems to exist from the first moment we enter the world. We begin to grow. We are surrounded by influential people, such as our teachers and peers, who help us to first recognise the little light within us. Through these people, we learn to place our hands tentatively around our flame and feel the wind slap against the back of our hands fighting to put out ever growing fire.
As we get older, we surround ourselves with people who we can trust to hold their hands up too, in support. We create an invisible, unbreakable wall around that light- and are able to watch it grow. As we meet other people, our flames unite, growing more and more- becoming stronger than ever.

But I want to remind you, that there will always, always be the people standing off to the side, sarcastically slow clapping their hands, as your light shines.
Although I’m technically still a child, yet to reach sixteen, I’ve come across my fair share of negative people already.
Unfortunately, this industry that I’ve fallen in love with in particular, is renowned for attracting or creating bitter personalities. It can be brutal, particularly for a young girl, to experience. You meet people who simply leave you unable to respond to their demeanor. You don’t know how to approach their level of negativity. I’ve had many a night of hot tears over people who have attempted to bring me down, and in all honesty, a couple of people have almost succeeded to do so.

But something that I want you to take away from reading this- is to never let these people blow out your flame. The thing is, a lot of these people are ignorant of how much support you’ve needed over the years, to let your little light shine. The majority of the time, these people that you come across, don’t know how far you’ve come, how long you’ve had your hands raised to surround that little fire within you so as not to let it blow away. They don’t understand how difficult it has been to ensure that that light remains bright. They will never, ever understand how long it took for you to even recognise such a thing existed within you. And that is why it is so easy for them to stand from the sidelines, exhaling as much as they possibly can to put out your light. I know it’s hard to understand why people want to prevent you from shining, because to you it seems so immoral as you know how hard you’ve fought to keep it lit.
But they don’t, nor will they ever understand. Because those people are far too insensitive and self absorbed to ever take the time to truly get to know you and the fight you’ve had. They will never understand the warmth of that light within you. And they will spend the entirety of their lives wanting to shine in the same way you do, instead of taking the time to find such a light dwelling in themselves.

So, no matter how many people try to stop you from sharing your light with the world, I want you to move your hands closer to that little flame and never back down until the world can see your fire burning bright.
We allhave the ability to shine. Just as much as we allhave the ability to stand back and join those who choose to ignore their light.

But I know you, will do great things.
You will be brave.
You will always rise above anyone who wants to bring you down.

Don’t make a liar out of me.
Shine.


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May 28, 2012


This is a continuation from yesterday. Or the day before. Whichever. I have a poor memory capacity.

But it’s good to be frightened. It’s healthy to be scared of other people’s expectations. I’m learning that it is this, that pushes us further than we originally thought possible. But it’s also important, that we remember this, too. I reminded my best friend of this, just this night: You never hear about the trophy that an athlete wins. People never talk about how shiny or golden it is. Whilst it may be pretty, and shiny, and creates fleeting responses of awe; a person’s achievements aren’t measured by that little shining piece of metal that they receive at the end of the race.
They talk about the race that was ran.
They talk, in awe, about the journey that was made to get that trophy.
And that is what I too, have been reminding myself.
Sure, I want to get the best possible score I can for year twelve. I want to be the best possible friend I can be. I want to produce the best possible work I can. But at the end of the day, it won’t be that, that people will be left talking about.
It will be how I got there, that will last.
And that goes for anything in life. No matter what life throws at you, you stand up- and you face it. Sometimes, it’s going to hurt. Sometimes, you’ll catch it. And sometimes, someone might even be around to see you catch it.
But there will always be the people around you, who will be there to remind you that tomorrow is a new day.

And because of these people, life continues to go on.
And everything is going to be okay.
x
Adara


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May 26, 2012


Tonight, I had one of those moments.

It began by looking at the seemingly hopeless schedule of events for this week, that I needed to organise my life around.
Tired and irrationally emotional, I looked for something to hold onto. With my best friend being much further than just around the corner, and old friends refusing to give me the time of the day that they used to, everything seemed instantly hopeless. We’ve all experienced it.
And I felt the guilt engulfing me, as I thought about all of those brave people in this world who are fighting infinitely harder and more hopeless battles. And as hard as I fought the feelings of self pity, they just seemed to emerge regardless, leaving me sitting curled up on my bed- like a child waiting to be told it’s going to be okay.

But then something strange happened.
After a night of everything going perfectly wrong, I was reminded in a simple manner, that it’s okay to feel the way I did.
It was going to be okay.
Sure. Sometimes, life is shit. Sometimes, it’s going to be incredibly difficult to keep your head down and your thoughts clear. You find yourself wondering whether what you are doing is right, or even sane. You question your ability to do all of those things you set out to do. I know I did. I’m currently trying to achieve the balance between my final year of school, and the new workload that has been placed upon me. There have been moments when I’ve caught my reflection off guard in the mirror, and realised how frightened I look. And sometimes, I am.
I have so much more, I’ll continue tomorrow

much love,

wandering soul


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May 25, 2012


kindlecakes:

Once upon a time,
there was a girl that no one needed
A girl they left behind
A girl they left depleted

And once upon a time,
no one thought to go look back
And the girl was left to wither
And the girl faded to black

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repeat from A Poor Man's Retreat

school’s out, no need for the screaming.

Dear Diary,

Wow, it feels so weird to be talking to.. No-one. As I sit on these gigantic SOTA steps, sipping away on my Starbucks, I am forced to think about the past and reminisce. I think about how I felt when I got this cup of Chocolate Chip Cream, I didn’t want the guy to ask “Whipped cream?” because it will be one month before I can experience buying my Starbucks from Cathay. One month. Things ended so fast today. I ponder. In fact, after the exam I just had, I was waiting for the teachers to let us off. Now I have a sense of loss. Why? Maybe it is because one of my subject teachers is leaving, for good. I cry. I hate the fact of her going. We started off with a rough patch, she didn’t like my use of language, I didn’t like her voice. Eventually, time sorted things out, but there was the occasional brawl. I asked her if she would come back, she said “I won’t do that. I won’t leave you then come back again.” I cry for this phrase. I mourn for every single word. I realize that I won’t be able to let these feelings go. The sense of… I don’t know how to explain it, really. I am forced to think about my friendships, my friends. I look at my drink and I think, “Why do I like this so much?” I realize one of my best friends got me addicted to it. Shauna Rome. Beautiful name, beautiful person, beautiful personality. She was so nice to me, when I was alone. We’ve even made plans to celebrate the day before my birthday for this year. (Note that my birthday is in September). I cherish every moment I had with her. My best friend. Then I think about my class. One month before I see the people I see everyday. I will miss them. But it will not be long when we go back to school and talk about our journeys and trips and adventures, whatever fun we had. And it will be exactly like we never left each other. Except it will be different. Things happen and people change over a period of time. But the bond, the string that holds us and joins us tightly together, can never be cut. And that is the way I prefer it.
<3 Adara.


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