Their Expectations Are Heavier Than My Happiness!!
Started writing it 2 years ago, and finally finished it today
There she was again, having a pen in her bruised hand. Looking for a blank page to fill with emotions, her blood and all the stress.
Looking out of the window she looked at the birds flying in the sky, freely. She began writing “ I don’t know how it feels to be able to soar in the skies freely, like the birds outside my window.”
She looked outside to have the fresh air again in her lungs. These days, it was the only thing that made her feel “alive”. When the fresh air rushed inside her lungs and pushed the stale air out, that was the only time she felt somewhat liberated.
“Why?” Some of you may ask. “We are not interested.” Some of you may think. And that is fine. I am not here to tell anyone my story. I am just writing so that I can take all of this out. You know how people sometimes just scream to get out all of their frustration? Yes, just like that, I write down with the ink pens in my bruised hands.
“The whole problem starts when you get a distinction in life. And by distinction, I mean in any form and type.” She looked at the word distinction and felt her cheeks getting wet. The hands were swollen but she couldn’t care less.
“When expectations start to build, you run behind it, pleasing everyone.” She gasped as if the air around her vanished suddenly. A dagger pierced her heart. She was at a place where living was experiencing your death every moment.
“You know what your heart desires yet you chase what your loved ones expect. You forget yourself, completely tarnishing your personality in the chaos to keep them happy and pleased. Until you are left with no soul until you force yourself to even breathe every day.” She only knew one thing; she must always do what makes them happy.
Who? She didn’t know!
She only knew she had to keep them happy. A legacy she was, even more than that! She didn’t know when she grew out of the hobby she was destined to embrace.
Or was it never her hobby? Her lines have been blurred. She liked ballet, but only as a child. And nobody saw the sparks behind her eyes whenever someone mentioned boxing.
But she knew better that ballet was what she must always embrace. Not boxing or karate. Her shiny hair must always have beautiful braids, not purple highlights.
She knew she had to soon get married to the boy they chose, not the one who sat behind her on the bus since childhood. She knew she was to save their falling empire, even if it meant strangling her happiness!
PS; This piece of writing is dedicated to everyone, whether you belong to my gender or not. If you are someone who is the victim of EXPECTATIONS, I salute you and I pray for you. I hope you find a way to follow and chase your dreams!
