Golden

What would 7-year-old you say if they were to look at where you stand today? Would they be happy for all you have achieved or devasted at your gallery of shattered hopes and dreams? Would they be hopeful for their futures, staring into gleaming lights behind your eyes or would they instead cower at the bleakness that greets them? It’s so heartbreaking to think of how we were once happy children dancing onwards in our lives, so misleadingly convinced of fulfilled promises and wishes. We, the same people who now harbor so many hidden emotions and wake up with such weary souls. Whatever happened to those joyous hopeful kids? Where in the mass of things did we lose ourselves?

Our hope dissipates by trusting a particular phenomenon too blindly. We forget that this world is a world of give and take. And by this, I refer to the toxic trust we put in the prodigy of time. We so willingly thrust our pain into the greedy hands of time, but do we ever pause just for a moment to listen to its whispered price? The price that, more often than not, happens to be ourselves; our laughter, our joy, and our desire to live and experience.

Ironically, it’s entirely true that time does heal. As it ticks away second by second, it wafts away our grief and misery. But, whilst we focus on seeing time work its magic, it so very cunningly slips out of our grasp. To put it into better perspective, think of the last time you felt broken and lost, felt hideously hated by society. You “waited” for the hurt to go away, convinced it must have been a bad day or week. During that time, you isolated yourself from everything else. You became a person who didn’t want the world, and time sat by your side and encouraged you, made you wait for it. In the end, you healed because that’s what time promised you.

But what about all those moments that have passed you? That one occasion you could have enjoyed or that one stranger you could have befriended, gone, just because time hadn’t yet fulfilled its promise to you. We do not realize that a moment comes and goes, that it stays for just a moment, a split second. We forget that, for every single hateful person in our lives, we have that many more that love us unconditionally. We try so hard to be people we are not when all we need to do is train our minds to find the minuscule positives in the vast expanse of negativities. Let time rage on about how you aren’t ready to laugh yet, how you aren’t ready to be happy yet. Let it say whatever it wants because you are a radiant soul and every pore of your existence deserves to be happy at every given moment, deserves to be loved at all times. You deserve to live and not just exist.

So let time heal you, let time close your wounds. But don’t let time waste you away while you’re waiting to achieve perfection. Time waits for no one. Take that risk, laugh a little louder, and when your soul needs it, cry. Cry as many crystal tears as it takes because it does not make you weak. It reminds you that despite the pain and anguish, you are still here. You are alive and that’s all you need to look up at the sky and smile, knowing that you won’t let anyone, not even time itself, take away golden moments from your golden soul.