Bars of wisdom

Who would've ever thought?

Nobody ever wondered why this kid is still at school while his friends and colleagues had already graduated

he was feeling all the pressure, all the pain, and all the stress

while the others feel the happiness because of thier success

flashing back to his past, he was 5 years old, he was young and naive

"you can be what you always wanted to be" the qoute that his mama told to him was the one that kept him to believe

but as time goes by, life was getting harder. He was trying to run away from school

but sooner he realizes that he needed it as he was getting older and older

"i hate school!" he said. "i always hear loud voices in my head.

i see letters and numbers moving, theyre on my mind by the time i wake up in the morning until the time i go to bed"

because of that, he couldnt read or write, and every night he cries for aphasia

thinking about how he could overcome his problem, dyslexia.

dyslexia is a hidden disability, people will never see the signs.

it is a handicapped mastery that not every normal people can do effortless things to reach the finish line;

a neurologic disorder but has no cause of pain, a severe difficulty in letters and numbers to be recognized by the brain

where figures are often formed into structures ,words looked like pictures and letters turned into creatures

people easily judged and marked him for his looks and easily judged him from the red marks on his books

so why is he rebelous? is he dumb or is he stupid? why is he jealous of others, and to a group of friends he never suited

but what does he need to do to put his mind over matter? what does he need to do so his dreams will not shatter?

the answer lies in his hands. Everyday he cries,he just wanted pick the knife and die. Everyday he cries, But somehow, he still believe, so he still tries

day by day, he tries so hard to be good enough to his mother's eyes

day by day, he tries so hard to be better than the others think of what he is

day by day, he tries so hard to be the best he could probably be

he found something that the skin cant feel, that the hands cant touch, that the eyes cant see

from that moment on, he never treated dyslexia a problem, he dropped the knife

realizing that the real meaning of fail was finding answers in life

in this world, there will always be a problem but there will always be a way

he might not be there yet but somehow he is closer than where he was yesterday

from that moment on, he started to live life, so he was already used to read and write

proving that even his life was left behind, people were wrong about him and was right

so then he shed his tears, working hard until the whole world would want to hear

his story might be the same with others, but his story will always be different in a way

and then days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, and months turned into years

with the help of his parents, he overcame his biggest fears

who wouldve ever thought of someone with this difficulty will be loving to write this story just to see the reader's point of view?

his life goes on still so the end is still in prelude, the next chapter of this story is to be continued