I often think that people marionette with feelings, but puppets on strings nonetheless. You start life as a little baby, onto toddlers, then you're made to go to school because 'it's what gets you a good job, secure income, and of course, your future.'
We grow up, get placed into a school which fills us with a large amount of useless information that we may as well never use again in real. In what aspect of life do we apply the Pythagoras' Theorem if your choice of career is a baker or a writer? In what aspect of life do we apply the geographical information we so tirelessly memorized for our exams in if you're not a geologist?
And what will our exam papers prove? That somehow, those with higher grades are considered 'smart', and those who scored a measly 'C' are considered average? But these are standardized tests given to individuals who each shine in different areas.
How is this fair, exactly?
I consider you smart if you are able to turn time, paint and canvas into something visually breathtaking. I consider you smart if you are able to turn flour, eggs and butter into something that delights taste buds. I consider you smart if you are able to churn out melodious music by simply synchronizing your voice and instruments. I consider you smart if you are able to take 26 letters of the alphabet and turn it into something so pleasing to read -- I really do.
This is the journal of the girl who thought she had the world all figured out. This is the journal of the girl who, under circumstances, matured more than she ought to. And no, it isn't because she had a tragic past with dead parents, or had a particularly traumatic experience (unless you consider being born into this life), nor is she suffering from a terrible health disease or poverty.
This is simply the journal of a little girl in a big world who pleaded for ears to listen to the silent screams. This is for all the other kids out there who are unheard in their own world. This is for the broken ones who bravely drew a smile on their mask as I did. This is for those who are holding onto fragile strings; for those slipping down slowly before they fall into the dark abyss.
This is for myself; my sanity - before I break apart.
Solxcitude
Solxcitude