There is always a first…….this is my first fiction post……let me know what do you think
I should have seen it coming. everyone getting inside my head and trying to make their decisions mine, using me as a pawn, controlling me according to their wishes and taking my opinion for granted. I think this all comes complimentary with being a teenager. I feel so stupid now that I think about it, standing here. The wind is so fast that it rustles across my ears whispering,” Don’t do this. There is still time.” but I think that was my inner voice. I give out a sad laugh,”Yeah. Right.” A few minutes remain, so I try to remember what was happiness like and “oh boy!” that felt like a light year away from now.
The time of my childhood, I would laugh for no reason, play games with my friends, scream with excitement when I used to get a new toy, eat chocolates till my stomach aches and most of all imagine! in my wonderland everything was possible like getting candies for breakfast, lunch and dinner!
Well things were not that bad in my early teens either, but things were different. I would laugh sometimes and spend the rest studying. my parents would scream if I got less marks and yes, my stomach did ache but with sadness. The only dreams where doings well in exams and the only nightmare was of failing them. but, I did spend quality time with my friends and somehow things worked out.
Until the time came to pick a college and get a career. And of course be taunted about how everyone has it all figured out except you. But that wasn’t the truth. I wanted to be a professional photographer and not do a 9-6 desk job. Thinking about it only makes things worse because there wasn’t a happily ever after- at least not for me. So I told them what I wanted to do and I wish now, that I had said it with a little more confidence. They thought I was joking and after 5 mins of explaining them about It, they said a few things about it being insignificant. the next day they take me to 4 different career counselors to brainwash me.
I always believe there was a difference between what we think is good for us and what is good for us. So did what they asked of me, masters in business management. I did get out with flying colours. I tried accepting it but I couldn’t. There was a fear setting in, the fear of my life slipping away from my hand, the fear of never being happy again. We humans have turned so mechanical in life that we crave for materialistic things and don’t have feelings left.This view from the top of my building is really splendid.
It’s the last time I will see the sun set, that was the last time I will ever be controlled…..