The Perfect Blind.

Chapter 1

On her bed with her eyes wide open staring the roof of her room. "Another day", she thought. Tired of acting around every day, story of every teen these days. Waking up, questioning the existence, scrolling through the social feed, getting out of bed, staring another episode of the series called "LIFE".

         LIFE is never a burden for those who live by the motto "You only live once". It's worth asking from those who are bound to live merely for the sake of society. From the day they were born to every single day of their lives, listening to the proud stories of every single person around them who did well, performed well, achieved well and never of those who failed and tried again.

Life becomes tiring following a person you can never become. This happens in every other society.

     

         I was born and brought up in a good middle class family but a family following the society and the tales of great people. From the day I gathered my thoughts, I only listened to the stories of the ones who performed well. Growing up my eyes saw dreams and in attempts to achieve them I made mistakes. Those were the times where I needed a thing called " Family Support ". But I was traumatized by the fact that you only get punished and taunted for the mistakes you do.
I have heard people say " Let the past stay in past". But I was told that the past always stays with you even if you forget there are people to remind them to you that you made mistakes.

From day 1 , I was demoralized for every bad thing I did as a kid. Not to mention, I did live a great life, full of facilities but the worldly things really don't matter till you have a HOME to live in. From my very first mistake to the last one which I remember doing, I got scared of mistakes, of failure, the thought of trying again haunted me.
The word "FAILURE" became my biggest nightmare. The one that made me cry to bed every single night. The one that never let me sleep carelessly.
I always slept with my brain filled with worries and my eyes with tears and the lips praying for success.

Being a human being I still saw dreams, promised myself to chase the dreams, achieve them but to my dismay as soon as I completed school I was forced to change the discipline I always wanted to continue. I was not an extraordinary student but good enough to score well. But still never good enough to please the FAMILY and the society. Not on face but I felt the words they said through the behavior, through the eyes.

Changing the discipline I wanted to pursue was no less than a trauma. I mentioned repeatedly but it was never worthy to listen to my opinion.

What is it that you always end up in a place where you care and no one else. A place where you don't exist but only when you are needed? A burden that is told repeatedly that it is a burden..........

Till the next time I find courage to continue writing the chapter 2.