The Trace

                          

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I was lying on the roof top one evening, staring at the glowing sky. I was mesmerized by the twinkling stars, how they are so far away yet you can still see their beauty. Then the weirdest thought occurred to me... What am I really bedazzled by? Travelling light?

I say I'm looking at stars, but I'm actually staring at the trace they left behind. It was an illusion.

It reminded me of the people who walk in then walk out of our lives every day. They always leave something behind, something to remember them by. Good memories. Bad memories. Their belongings. Maybe even things they "accidently" left behind.

I think of how they appear to be one person the moment they walk into our lives... how we bond, build trust, create a foundation for the relationship to be built upon... and then think of the person they are when they walk out. You get that feeling that the person walking out that door is a complete stranger.

I remember personally thinking... How could I have not known that he or she would turn out to be like this? How could I have been so blind? How could I have not seen this coming? How could I be so foolish?

I was living an illusion.

Then like everybody else I sit and I mourn, I scream and I yell, I curse and I cry, sooner or later... I move on.

Five years down the line, I meet someone, I become part of his life, we become good friends for three years... maybe even more than friends. And the moment I was in arm's reach of something better, something I thought to be "valuable" at the time, I walk right out of his life and go on like he never existed.

I get a flashback of the person who was very important to me and walked out of my life. And the reality of what I was doing was like a slap in the face.

The person who I walked out on, who was suffering because of me didn't deserve the pain I caused him. And for what... for genuinely caring about me? Who was I to do such a thing?

And, ironically, I followed back the trace I created.

Its so easy for us to walk over each other to get to where we want. But wouldn't it be much easier for us to just let them tag along the journey of success with us?

- Sara Omar

Shakespeare, brownies and warm milk is my kind of cocktail.

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A Bulb to Brighten

Like many of us try to deny, I am insecure. Maybe it isn’t for the specific flaws another person might have as theirs but just like everyone, I have insecurities. 

It is impossible to perfect yourself if you are not even aware of who you are. Everyone has their own light bulb inside of them. You cannot be someone else. In other words, you cannot steal a replica of another human being’s bulb and try to shine it as bright as they are capable of. That way, one has their own bulb switched off and the stolen one slightly dimmer than the original indicating you will never reach the top being someone you are not. 

Some of us forget how important it is to be ourselves. One affects the entirety of the world by not being themselves. One pretends to be someone for love, reputation, attention. Most of all, one loses who they were fated and meant to be. How you walk, how you talk, how you write will just be ordinary and something you learned from someone else. ‘Someone else’ who was just busy lightening their own bulb. 

You will be but a replica, a dimmer bulb, of someone bright. And as the time flies in the journey of us attempting to become something we are not, we also happen to complete the journey of losing who we were or could be and lastly we unintentionally break the bulb only we could brighten individually. So for now, think about what you have become if it is you or if you have a bulb to fix or a bulb to throw.

-Iman Javed

Burger Aficionado. Crazy but Preppy Muggle.

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