Everyone was always happy, everything was so fine, pure bliss! Riding fast and crazy on the horse of youth, the sun, a backdrop to your success. There’d be parties and outings that you were always invited to. No event was complete without your presence. The star of the show, like a goddess, in their lives, everyone wanted a piece of you. Of course, delighted, unabashed, your ego was on a high roll. Forever, a toast to your accomplishments. Sweet friends would cheer you up if ever life wasn't at its greatest. Diamonds, pearls, fancy wheels and designer threads, you had it all. Living the clichéd life of the beautiful, rich and famous, the kind of life you’d read about in a teen sorority book. Everything was lavish and life was one long, rocking, exotic adventure, one that would last forever, or so you thought.
It was great while it lasted but then some wondered, what did you do to get so high on the charts? How many backs you must’ve stabbed, how many people you must’ve walked over? Never was the past spoken about, never was anyone let in that close. So much was unknown about you, it added to that deliciously mysterious appeal. Everyone’s out looking for answers, you just provoked questions. Who knew what secrets were hidden deep in your chest. There were rumors, like there always are, that you were the black sheep in your family. An outcast, almost a pariah. You made sure you lived to change that. Addicted to the limelight... no, you were ‘the limelight’. Making everyone feel as though they were on a high and you were ‘the drug’ that everyone was addicted to. You were sensational, a force to be dealt with. No one foresaw the black lining in your silver cloud that would be your downfall.
You thought the fire would always burn bright but now everyone just seemed to be waiting for the last few embers to ebb out. You lost control of the runaway success, the game. Its all gone. The madness overtook the speed at which you devoured success. All was now fading. The ‘friends’ who promised you the world and reminded you of how loved you were, where are they now? They’ll be the ones standing in the shadows, watching you burn. You thought you truly were some rare gem. The only rose in the grey. This fame isnt for you, some said. It’s you who’ve done this to yourself. Torn off the pedestal and wrecked by it. No blame could be laid, no one could be accused, it was time to look within. Like someone famous once said, ‘Success has many fathers but failure is an orphan’. You wanted this, power, glory but at what price? You sold your soul to the devil, for pennies. Was it worth it, after all? Think.
The unbound birds fly far away now, who would want your flickering flames to scorch them? The dancing flares that once used to amuse, now abuse. They tried to warn you, they really did. Some sprinkled, some drizzled and finally showered you with a hail of icy remarks. However, vanity won you over. You refused to leave your weak ashy state to bloom back into something more, the next stage of your journey perhaps? Then of course there’s the grey. It hangs on you now, like a cloud, like a sickness, this engulfing smoke you continuously emit, a distant memory of the mighty roaring fire you used to be. The dying coal, without any pattern, burst alight, a sliver of the zest you had in your life once. Wouldn’t it be nice, to move away from this part of you? Distance it, damage it, try to destroy it. It is no use anymore.
No one is born corrupt. Your essence was amiable and winsome as is everyone else’s. Growing up, in this preconditioned world of ours, you’re psychologically trapped to morph into something you aren't. When you’ve been certified, to have fit the mould, your spirit, your energy inside is still thrashing around, like a wild animal in a cage, trying to break free. It protests, this is not you, this is not right! The sooner that is learnt, the closer your liberation. One is either trying to blend in with the background, become a wallflower or stand out and be the next big thing. Can’t we just be our own individuals and be respected for it? Humanity is stuck in this rat race for money, fame, popularity. Governed by these silent dictates from all around, of the mould we must fit into. If anything, sheep is not what we are. We often forget to listen to the voice inside us, the subconscious that knows it all better than we could ever try to comprehend. Just be, stop trying. No barriers, no burning desire to be the person on the magazine cover. Just you, amazing you.
Some tried to be constant boulders in your life, the anchors to keep you grounded, the ones who’ll always stay, always offer you a seat and strength, the only real friends. Waiting for you to change was like wishing for rain in a hot desert. Albeit slowly and gradually, your greying ashes do have the potential to burst ablaze into the glorious flames they once were. You could wade through the murky seas of society so everyone can see and admire your beauty, your intelligence, it’s what you always wanted, wasn’t it? Attention? Acceptance? Applause? You can’t always get what you wish for. But in your ecstasy, the holes and gaps are widening and unravelling, leaving you exposed and vulnerable. Hope the sting of the cold bites into your naked skin, hope it stings like nettles. They hope it will bite a little harder, slice in a little deeper. Does it hurt enough? Exactly how much is enough? Did you deserve it? These questions haunt you. They want you to feel everything you made them go through to get to the high. The pain and the suffering, the threats and the jealousy. You can never be too careful about the kinds of enemies you make along the way, the road to fame is a rocky one, full of steep rock faces and deep, dark ravines. The crouching monsters await you, can you make it up, unscathed?
Your light ebbed away slowly with the wind as you stumbled to reach sanity. Will it be how you envisioned it or something else? Now everything has burnt down to ashes; the whole cycle begins again. Will you rise to the challenge, regain your splendor, your lost glory? Or is it something entirely new that you desire, a different goal, a different destination? May Lady Luck always be smiling upon you, may your values always stay strong. This time, be careful of what you really wish for.
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If you managed to stay with me so far, then I'll tell you what inspired this essay. Im writing for this competition , here's the link, check it out: http://thestar.com.my/dublin/ Please leave any comments, critical or positive. I'd really appreciate it :)
It was great while it lasted but then some wondered, what did you do to get so high on the charts? How many backs you must’ve stabbed, how many people you must’ve walked over? Never was the past spoken about, never was anyone let in that close. So much was unknown about you, it added to that deliciously mysterious appeal. Everyone’s out looking for answers, you just provoked questions. Who knew what secrets were hidden deep in your chest. There were rumors, like there always are, that you were the black sheep in your family. An outcast, almost a pariah. You made sure you lived to change that. Addicted to the limelight... no, you were ‘the limelight’. Making everyone feel as though they were on a high and you were ‘the drug’ that everyone was addicted to. You were sensational, a force to be dealt with. No one foresaw the black lining in your silver cloud that would be your downfall.
You thought the fire would always burn bright but now everyone just seemed to be waiting for the last few embers to ebb out. You lost control of the runaway success, the game. Its all gone. The madness overtook the speed at which you devoured success. All was now fading. The ‘friends’ who promised you the world and reminded you of how loved you were, where are they now? They’ll be the ones standing in the shadows, watching you burn. You thought you truly were some rare gem. The only rose in the grey. This fame isnt for you, some said. It’s you who’ve done this to yourself. Torn off the pedestal and wrecked by it. No blame could be laid, no one could be accused, it was time to look within. Like someone famous once said, ‘Success has many fathers but failure is an orphan’. You wanted this, power, glory but at what price? You sold your soul to the devil, for pennies. Was it worth it, after all? Think.
The unbound birds fly far away now, who would want your flickering flames to scorch them? The dancing flares that once used to amuse, now abuse. They tried to warn you, they really did. Some sprinkled, some drizzled and finally showered you with a hail of icy remarks. However, vanity won you over. You refused to leave your weak ashy state to bloom back into something more, the next stage of your journey perhaps? Then of course there’s the grey. It hangs on you now, like a cloud, like a sickness, this engulfing smoke you continuously emit, a distant memory of the mighty roaring fire you used to be. The dying coal, without any pattern, burst alight, a sliver of the zest you had in your life once. Wouldn’t it be nice, to move away from this part of you? Distance it, damage it, try to destroy it. It is no use anymore.
No one is born corrupt. Your essence was amiable and winsome as is everyone else’s. Growing up, in this preconditioned world of ours, you’re psychologically trapped to morph into something you aren't. When you’ve been certified, to have fit the mould, your spirit, your energy inside is still thrashing around, like a wild animal in a cage, trying to break free. It protests, this is not you, this is not right! The sooner that is learnt, the closer your liberation. One is either trying to blend in with the background, become a wallflower or stand out and be the next big thing. Can’t we just be our own individuals and be respected for it? Humanity is stuck in this rat race for money, fame, popularity. Governed by these silent dictates from all around, of the mould we must fit into. If anything, sheep is not what we are. We often forget to listen to the voice inside us, the subconscious that knows it all better than we could ever try to comprehend. Just be, stop trying. No barriers, no burning desire to be the person on the magazine cover. Just you, amazing you.
Some tried to be constant boulders in your life, the anchors to keep you grounded, the ones who’ll always stay, always offer you a seat and strength, the only real friends. Waiting for you to change was like wishing for rain in a hot desert. Albeit slowly and gradually, your greying ashes do have the potential to burst ablaze into the glorious flames they once were. You could wade through the murky seas of society so everyone can see and admire your beauty, your intelligence, it’s what you always wanted, wasn’t it? Attention? Acceptance? Applause? You can’t always get what you wish for. But in your ecstasy, the holes and gaps are widening and unravelling, leaving you exposed and vulnerable. Hope the sting of the cold bites into your naked skin, hope it stings like nettles. They hope it will bite a little harder, slice in a little deeper. Does it hurt enough? Exactly how much is enough? Did you deserve it? These questions haunt you. They want you to feel everything you made them go through to get to the high. The pain and the suffering, the threats and the jealousy. You can never be too careful about the kinds of enemies you make along the way, the road to fame is a rocky one, full of steep rock faces and deep, dark ravines. The crouching monsters await you, can you make it up, unscathed?
Your light ebbed away slowly with the wind as you stumbled to reach sanity. Will it be how you envisioned it or something else? Now everything has burnt down to ashes; the whole cycle begins again. Will you rise to the challenge, regain your splendor, your lost glory? Or is it something entirely new that you desire, a different goal, a different destination? May Lady Luck always be smiling upon you, may your values always stay strong. This time, be careful of what you really wish for.
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If you managed to stay with me so far, then I'll tell you what inspired this essay. Im writing for this competition , here's the link, check it out: http://thestar.com.my/dublin/ Please leave any comments, critical or positive. I'd really appreciate it :)
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