The Sun was going down in front of me, the shadow behind me dragging me, telling me that I’m nothing but a withered old leaf that waves in the wind, in a remote corner of the picture. It tells me that my time is up.
All are born with a task, an impossible task. I was, too. Many stumbled and failed, broken apart. Most lived on, not knowing the underlying purpose of their actions, or the cause for their stress. But some discovered it, and they are those that got the most out of their lives.
From the day I was born as a purplish, minute baby, the shadow had always accompanied me. As a small, fearful kid, looking back, I could see the everlasting and reddish-yellow glow of the morning Sun, rotating around the earth like the hour hand the in a clock, blazing with light and energy and emitting a warm but dry beam on me. It made me think of the so called “compliment” of parents, “You’re-smart…so-you-have-to-get-A.“ Turning my head back to the front, a long, slim shadow have appeared in front of me. I may not have realized it yet, but I know that I have a long way to go.
I am a youth now, and the shadow is still there, urging me to become the better, silhouetted version of me. Yet I know that every time I struggled forward, the shadow would move forward with me. Every time that I improved, thinking I could match my counterpart, it just moved with me. I spend hours thinking about who I am, worrying about who I have to become and wishing my shadow would just go away. All the same, I still have live on, swallowing my fears and stress, hiding it in the deepest bottom of my heart.
The Sun is going down in front of me, the shadow behind me dragging me, telling me that I’m nothing but a withered, old leaf that waves in the raging wind like a boat shivering in a storm. Swoosh, swoosh, ready to return to the earth like how I was born out of earth. You might call me an old but still comfortable article of clothing that doesn’t fit the fashion anymore, that isn’t “cool”, that from the outside, looks broken and wrinkled. People look at me and tell me I can’t, so while I can, I can’t.
No one will ever know you like you do, they don’t know your capabilities or your strengths. Don’t be constricted by the shadow, for you are you, and they are them. Sometimes, your shadow is as far away as the Andromeda Galaxy. The shadow pushed us to success through our deep thirst for interpersonal relationships. We want to make others like us, trust us, believe us. Sadly, then they will expect better, bigger, smarter. Master the power of the shadow, but never be overwhelmed by it.
I am someone who doesn’t like compliments.