The Brinjal's

Friday, April 18, 2008 3:52 AM
Yet..

I'll start off this post with a story, i sort of chanced upon this story. It's a day out of a girl's daily school routine, just like a page torn in the middle of someone else's diary. so, read on if you're interested, if not, you know what other better things you can spend your time on other than reading this short story.

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"Ant was feeling pretty happy when she reached school today. She was able to complete most of her maths last night, sleeping at an ungodly time of 1.47, and waking up at a mere 5.30. She didnt sleep on the bus even though she was tired, she had to study for her Maths test, even though it wasn't confirmed that there's gonna be one. She was all smiles when she stood in line with her class, holding on dearly to her bag because the floor was wet as a result of a slight drizzle. She smiled at many people, and felt pretty good about herself. Until..she received the Chemistry labwork that she'd done yesterday. She thought she was improving, as she had studied for the chemistry before going for the labwork. Sadly, the teacher wrote three unkind words on her script which made her want to ball her paper and throw it away. but she didnt. She didn't want others to know that she's actually feeling quite demoralized by what happened, so she faked a smile, and allowed her friends to laugh at her script. That feeling was unbearable, and through the whole of the Maths lecture that was held, she didnt talk. Just kept quiet and tried to follow what the teacher was going through. nobody was able to understand how she felt, because in her previous experiments, she had also obtained bad comments from her chemistry teacher. she tried to work hard, and most of her friends said she's doing a great job.. Maybe they didnt really mean it. She drew a sad face next to the three words and kept them in the front of her file, so she could look at that comment and evaluate what went wrong. she didnt know what to do. She pushed that comment out of her mind and tried to concentrate, and she laughed along with everyone else when jokes were made. Still, she felt so burdened. the whole day was just a blur passing of hellos, fake smiles and unconvincing laughter. She listened to her songs in the 45 minute ride, falling asleep here and there. And she missed her bus stop, alighting only 4 stops after. She didnt take a bus home. she walked home despite the heavy bag. Her music brought her some consolation. She's seen as a bubbly girl in school, laughing loudly at things that weren't even funny. along the way, she asked herself, why couldnt she just appear how she felt on the inside? the question had been raised to her many a times before, and she still havent got the reason why. she felt, maybe it's due to the fact that people always go to happy people for advice, and since she was one of those who people approached whenever they're sad, she chose not to manifest those feelings. And home was the only place she turned to for comfort, seeing that most of the time, she'd be alone at home. She didnt reply to any of the messages her friends sent to her. She really didnt know what to reply. Maybe she'd reply them later.. She stood along the corridor leading to her home, the song in her ears still playing as she looked up ahead at the boundless sky. That was something she loved to do..."

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Well, i think that girl did the right thing. Do you think she did the right thing by remaining happy? Well, there are two sides to a person. Everyone has got their happy and sad things. Dont just look at a person and think that she is happy, because you never know how she feels on the inside. She may be the one who choose to be happy just so the others around her wont be affected. And those are the people who'll burst out crying only when they reach the cosy confines of their home. I do not deny that im one of those people. It's usually once in a blue moon ( pardon the paradox) that i tell people my true feelings , and ask them for advice, in the process, seeking some encouragement and consolation. But i dont think i'll ever do that anymore.

Sometimes, keeping to yourself is the best thing that you can do for yourself and the others, because in a way, you wont burden people with your troubles, and in another, you'll lock them safely in your heart and never bring them up, so as the sands of time pass by, you'll, maybe, gradually forget about them...

Goodbye.