The Sky's The Limit

I have long been teased by everyone I know - and maybe even by people I don't know - because of my height. I am small. And I hate myself for it. If height were something people could control, I would probably be as tall as Victoria's Angels are. But it isn't, and ten years from now I would probably just have grown about an inch or three.

I have long been teased by my mother because of my inability to do things. Even when I was little, she has been reprimanding me for being so irresponsible, so clumsy, so slow, so lazy. She wanted me to be like her  - madiskarte. Something I am not and something I am still trying to be. 

I have long been teased by my relatives because of mathematics. Among all subjects, mathematics is what I like the least. I pass and I excel - although the latter is very rare - in Mathematics, sure. But nobody can force me to love math, as I am Napoleon and mathematics will be the death of me... my waterloo (over exaggeration intended).

I have long been teased by my friends because of my eyebrows and my hands and my forehead and basically everything that is wrong with my appearance. I am nowhere near beautiful. I may have all the guts in the world and I may exude all the confidence needed whenever I say I am just the 'prettiest girl in the world' but earth to everyone, guys: that is a mere facade.

And for the record, I have long been teased by the mirror because. There's no need to explain why, it just does. A mirror may have the ability to reflect one's images but it sure has the power to break people down into pieces, tearing their self-confidences apart. Whenever I look at the mirror I cannot help but wonder: why?

But soon, I realize, it's not the society that kills us. People may tease us everyday but that isn't exactly the reason why we fail. It's our own selves that drive us to giving up. It's not the boundaries that limit us; it's our selves that limit what we can do. Criticisms, rumors - these may stab our hearts more than a thousand times but we always have the ability to stop the bleeding. We know how to stop the bleeding. The question is: do we?

This brings me to a quote I came across just minutes ago: “Never underestimate the power of dreams and the influence of the human spirit. We are all the same in this notion: The potential for greatness lives within each of us."

Let us not let what people say affect us. It may hurt - how could it not - but in the end, it all lies in our hands whether or not to believe them; whether or not to let what they say dictate our lives. We aren't their prisoners. We are prisoners of the mirror; we are prisoners of our head.

But this is not life imprisonment. We can get out. So long as we have that little belief we have in our selves, that little flame of passion, that little flicker of light of hope, we are okay. We must fly high, high as the pigeons in the sky. We must let our dreams be our wind, taking us to places we all wish we can be. We must let our spirit - blessed by the God above - guide us to where we are meant to be. 

We must never forget the potential of greatness that live within us. It's in every one of us. Hold on to that greatness. Believe in that greatness. Understand that greatness. And let that greatness grow. Let its rays touch other people, making them realize that they, too, are great.

It's all in the mind. Remember: the sky is the limit.