The Conscientiousness Conundrum
- By Superadministrator
- Fri,07 Jan 2022
Can I be okay with the world being anything but constant? And the fact that, all that I believe in and stand for, can amount to zero in lesser timethan it takes a tree to flail in the soft caressing blow? Can I accept that every reason I live for can fade, Justas easily as words on sand, smoothened out bythe tranquil blue sea? But here I stand, strong and still, filled with hope. Hope not of the world changinginto a wish-granting factory straight from a fairy tale But of me being steady enough to face it_ and feel. Of being vulnerable enough to feel But strong enough to not be driven by it entirely. And hope of the pink sky telling me that change can be beautiful, and the soft, rustling breeze convincing me to keep moving on, slowly, albeit gracefully, no matter what. And the storms teaching me that sometimes the only way past, is through. And the yellowing autumn leaves being only an indicator of an end and a catalyst of new beginnings. With the weight of my current thoughts hanging over my heart, I dream… of a world not astoundingly perfect, but one where love is seen. Where people can laugh and cry, outside of their souls, un-enslaved by pride or despair, And yet have the spirit that remains unconquered. I see a world just as it is, with all its flaws, chaos and beauty, all brewing in a pot to give birth to life as we know it. Enchanted by the magic of my newfound truth, I stand, strong and still, but filled with hope; watching,hiding in the trees, the sun (that’s sure to come out tomorrow) making a pattern that would put Michelangelo to shame. Watching the birds fly in intriguinglypretty patterns, watching the sky in an admiration I can barely describe. With a heart filled with love for the Cosmos itself, all I can do is be grateful to the Universe, each moment, every day__ and yet somehow I know, my gratitude to Creation would never seem enough… Written By: Shreya Singh, Class 11B