My world often find its way to the point where I find myself at the end of the line, at the tip of closing chapters. These words ‘The End’ are not my favorite words at all. They are like microphones, amplifying a fact that I have already known, it is the finale of a story. The part where characters curtsy and take their leave from the stage.
I cling on tightly to the remnants of its last words, like a possessive lover, refusing to let them go. You see, I have a queer understanding that stories live forever. Like in fairy tales, they are often ‘ happily ever after’, and not ‘ The End’. In my stubbornness, I formulated that if stories are good, they should not end. But all stories come to an end, don’t they? Reflecting upon our human lives, we have closed countless chapters written in our own humanity story.
I find myself arriving at one conclusion after pondering over my incessant possessive behavior upon my own stories.
I was scared that there wouldn’t be another story as fabulous as this one.
Our stories all begin with struggles of trepidation. We fought through times when our lives hit rock bottom and through prolong seasons of uncertainty. I think that we have this idea that bravery and courage only come once in a very long time. It might knock at your door once but never twice. And so, we search through the gutters, deep within ourselves to find the courage and bravery to trudge through these challenging plots where our stories tread, and when we come out of it with success stories written on our backs, we are convinced that we could never go through all of that again. Yes, people get tired of bravery. Suddenly, we want others to (for once) be brave for us, for our lives.
But things do not work like that. In the movie, The Pursuit Of Happyness, there is a quote that says, ” If you want something, go get it. Period.” What is present is not an absence of bravery but a chosen choice to dwell in fear. The truth is that we are scared that our next story will not be as ‘successful’ as the impending one that we are going to write. Here’s the thing, we need to let it go, do not compare because no story can ever be the same. Our stories are written and they will be rewritten.
” We know and then we do better” Said Maya Angelou. Let us not dwell on the past. Yes, there are lessons that we learn and precious memories that we keep. But we tuck these lessons and memories safely beneath our sleeves and when the tumultuous plots come around, we take them out and remind ourselves time and again that no, we are not afraid.