A glance back
I remember being 18
I was one of those relatively tiny girls, who had an attitude as twice as her size.I remember being stubborn, enthusiastic, passionate rebellious and full of mischief. I also remember being naïve, fragile, so afraid of the unknown and terrified of change.
I was, as my dad described me -and still does- his tough woman.When anything was forced upon me, I objected. I voiced my objection, I ranted, I cried, I refused to eat or talk, whatever it required to get my way.
For the first time in my life though, my countless methods of resistance have all failed.I announced my defeat, packed my most precious belongings in a couple of bags and took along every photograph I had. I hugged my closest friends goodbye and got in the backseat of the car, my face covered with angry tears, sitting there in an a miserable silence, which lasted for days.
It felt as though my life was coming to an end.
In a blink of an eye, it all changed.
Day by day, I found myself swooped in, until I looked around and suddenly realized that I have been lost in the crowd and have become part of it. It took my breath away.The cultures, the religions, the political views, the struggles, the hopes, the dreams, the ambitions, the ideas, the beliefs and the causes. The vast differences and barriers of languages and colors, and the simple similarities of being human.
Many Years, faces , names and life stories later, I came to see that life was much more than what it used to be in that little bubble.I have found myself. I have learnt to have a say in what I wanted to be.The world has so much to offer me, just like I have so much to offer.
They keep asking me if I would have done it differently have I had a choice. I keep answering “I wouldn’t have changed a thing”
I was one of those relatively tiny girls, who had an attitude as twice as her size.I remember being stubborn, enthusiastic, passionate rebellious and full of mischief. I also remember being naïve, fragile, so afraid of the unknown and terrified of change.
I was, as my dad described me -and still does- his tough woman.When anything was forced upon me, I objected. I voiced my objection, I ranted, I cried, I refused to eat or talk, whatever it required to get my way.
For the first time in my life though, my countless methods of resistance have all failed.I announced my defeat, packed my most precious belongings in a couple of bags and took along every photograph I had. I hugged my closest friends goodbye and got in the backseat of the car, my face covered with angry tears, sitting there in an a miserable silence, which lasted for days.
It felt as though my life was coming to an end.
In a blink of an eye, it all changed.
Day by day, I found myself swooped in, until I looked around and suddenly realized that I have been lost in the crowd and have become part of it. It took my breath away.The cultures, the religions, the political views, the struggles, the hopes, the dreams, the ambitions, the ideas, the beliefs and the causes. The vast differences and barriers of languages and colors, and the simple similarities of being human.
Many Years, faces , names and life stories later, I came to see that life was much more than what it used to be in that little bubble.I have found myself. I have learnt to have a say in what I wanted to be.The world has so much to offer me, just like I have so much to offer.
They keep asking me if I would have done it differently have I had a choice. I keep answering “I wouldn’t have changed a thing”
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