She was a short little, cheerful girl skimping around her backyard. Her eyes gleamed with innocence and mischief as she ran, giggling when her legs gave in and she fell to the ground. She was as happy as she could be, sadly, as she’d ever be. Time weaved itself into months, years and before she knew it, she was an awkward little thing in high school, eyes full of wonder and a heart bursting with the desire to try it all. Oh and that she did. From then life was a whirlwind that came and took hold of her, coercing her to be as wild and unpredictable as itself . And she let it. She embraced it with open arms and welcomed it into her heart like a prodigal son. The wild entered her heart, set up camp and got so comfortable that you could even find pictures of it hung on the walls. It gave her what she cried for, the idea of belonging. That’s how she got hooked. She was so hooked to the adrenaline that sometimes she would just sit back and and let it guide her like a GPS.She was hungry to fit in, blindly following a crowd that didn’t know where it was headed.
But the earth is constantly rotating around the sun, that’s why there’s a downside to everything. When the sides flipped the crowd left her in a ditch. Even the whirlwind packed up its bags and left.
It left her empty, void.
Young and wreckless.
Now she was young and restless like a junkie suffering from withdrawal symptoms. That’s what made her cling to anyone and anything that did as little as look her way. It was a fix she was desperate to have at whatever cost. Each one took his fill of her until there was nothing left to take, so they left. Everytime leaving her more broken than before and if possible, even more empty. Later they would share stories of how she was easy-to-use, susceptible, vulnerable. To be honest they wouldn’t be lying.
Finally, she got tired of being a casualty and climbed out of the ditch.
Then in her twenties life took her through different stages and like a game of Temple Run,
she crawled through them,
stumbled through some,
took sharp turns and other times she just plainly ran,
Ran out of words,
out of ideas,
out of friends.
Unbeknownst to her, something inside her was changing. Sure, she was still a broken little girl, limping from time to time and struggling to find balance. Only she wasn’t waiting for something to lean on,she wasn’t counting on a helping hand. She was starting to appreciate all the parts of herself she had so easily let others depreciate. She was rediscovering herself like a long lost relative, reintroducing herself to family and friends.
So now she ran,
Into new faces
Into new ideas
She was evolving and she knew she would be different in each stage and that was fine. Sometimes she was a perfect extrovert, getting acquainted with people faster than the speed of light.
Other times she was an introvert who preferred to bask in the sunshine of her own company than going out to party.
Some stages required her to be fierce and assertive. Others soft and sensitive.
She simply rose to the occasion.
That’s what I loved about her, how she could take up any form or shape the situation required of her. She was, liquid.
A liquid is a state matter without a particular form.It changes with ease and moulds to its recipient. The human body is 70% water.Vis a Vis
You can’t be one rigid character in this life. You can only hope to keep your original principles safe as you rise to the occasion.