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They tell us that in the end it all comes down to a number. A single numerical value that is supposed to represent the past thirteen years of our lives and education. A figure that depicts our competence? Our intelligence? Really? It’s a system designed to separate the high achievers from the rest, and in a lot of ways it achieves that purpose. But what about those who didn’t achieve a ‘high score’? What about those who are forced to face their parents with the bad news?
“I tried my hardest mum, but I’m sorry, I couldn’t make you proud.”
Smiled are shared and tears are shed over this number. This stupid figure that in no way represents your worth as a person or your likelihood to succeed. There are plenty of people who are awarded near-perfect scores but don’t succeed in life, just as there are plenty of self made millionaires who never attended university. Why? Because this number means little more to anyone than how you did in a couple of exams. And I guarantee that in a short amount of time, this number will be forgotten.
To those who achieved the high scores they sacrificed things for, I sincerely congratulate you. You worked hard, and it paid off.
But my message here is to those who aren’t as happy with their results: you’ll be okay. You can achieve whatever you put your mind to. And this number? This numerical value you were given? It doesn’t represent your value as a human being. There’s no number that anyone can place on your heart, willpower, determination, and mind. Be what you set out to be, and don’t let what you learnt today change your mind.
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And that, right there, is the problem with the world: We have competitions for beauty. No one wants to be judged, and yet we set ourselves up for it. Whatever happened to beauty coming from the inside? Every girl, and I mean EVERY girl, has the basic human right to feel beautiful.
“Will you come back for me…?” she asked, the tears already streaming down her face, her heart already shattered.
“Whatever is meant to be, will be,” he replied, and then turned to walk away.
Sometimes we can’t help but make plans. We plan out our entire future; like who we want to marry. What career we want to have. Where we see ourselves in 5, 10, 50 years from now. But unfortunately, things don’t always go according to plan. People change. Feelings change. Life goes on. Time moves forward and despite our greatest efforts, we cannot make a Single minute last longer than 60 seconds.
At first, to watch not only our plans fall to pieces, but also our dreams, is crushing, and often detrimental to our very being. And sometimes what we think is meant to be, turns out to be very wrong.
What is truly meant to be can turn out to be something much greater than anything we can ever imagine. And in that moment when our heart is breaking, as we watch our plans being destroyed, we fail to see the beauty that lies in the possibility of change. In the mystery of the future. In the things that we could never have planned.
So in that moment, when your plans fall apart, open your mind and open your heart. Often the hope that we fail to see, is found in what is truly meant to be.
His pledge to her : ” I will kill the spiders. I will share my fries with you when you’ve finished all yours and are still hungry. I won’t ever pop my collar. I will never be rude to your tummy - when I hear it growl and gurgle, I promise to bend down and reply respectfully. I will eat the mushrooms when we order the supreme pizza. I will kiss the papercuts. And the door-slammed finger. And the counter-bumped hip. I’ll try my hardest not to get annoyed when you whisper questions and comments during movies. I will be the big spoon. I will let you win at wrestling. Sometimes. Other times I will not. I will go faster. Harder. I will pull when you want. And tease you when you don’t. I will send you random texts and leave you silly gifts. Not always. Not on schedule. Just whenever I want to. Whenever I think you need one. Or seven. I will check your tire pressure. And remind you to take your car in. I will hold your hand. I will love you. I will love you. I will love you. “
They used to sit upon a perch; high in the sky. Looking down at the world around them. Watching as others ran around frantically with broken hearts and broken smiles. Wondering how they got so lucky to be so happy. They were above the pain they saw in others. They were together. Untouchable. Unbreakable. Strong. But then it came out of no where; a wind stronger than the bond between their hearts. A force of nature that couldn’t be reckoned with. It knocked them down, and split them up, and before she knew it she was among those she once looked down on. Just another broken heart, frantically searching for the missing pieces. To look back up at the perch on which she once sat; it was so high up, and she couldn’t help but wonder how she ended up all the way down here. But then she realised that she had survived the fall. Her heart was in pieces, but miraculously, it was still beating. She looked up at the people around her, and realised they were standing. Walking. Moving forward. Slowly searching for the missing pieces of their broken hearts, like sorting through puzzle pieces scattered across the floor. She tried to stand, but found that she couldn’t; all her strength depleted from the fall. A young boy noticed her still on the ground, walked over to her and offered her his hand. She took it, and he pulled her from the dust. She thanked him, and smiled her own broken smile. He saw a piece of her heart on the ground beside her, so he picked it up, and placed it gently in her hand. The boy disappeared into the crowd, off to search for his own missing puzzle pieces. She clasped the broken piece of her heart, looked up at the perch she once sat upon, and then realised she was standing on her own two feet.
Sometimes we are forced to be strong; placed in situations that weren’t planned and some how we’re expected to stand on our own. Its amazing how long it takes to build ourselves up, only to be knocked down again by the things life throws at us without warning. But each time we get back up and dust ourselves off, we find that we’re a little sturdier on our feet. And before we know it, we’re able to stand on our own. We only discover how strong we truly are when being strong is our only option. Although it isn’t easy, it’s possible. You just need a little hope, and a little trust in yourself. One day you will look back on this moment, and I can’t tell whether you’ll be laughing or crying, but the point is this: you will be looking “back”. So don’t give up, because I promise you tomorrow will be better. And you’ll miss the rainbow if you don’t wait out the storm.
Smiling, trying to get through the day, But as time goes by you seem further away. Though I’m happy, and laugh I may, It hurts right to the core.
Whilst distance keeps us far apart, My mind; it wanders back to the start. Back to the moment you first captured my heart. It’s you that I adore.
I miss you now and always will, And though you’re not here I feel you still. With your love my heart does fill, Now and forever more.
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