Picture this; you come to know you’re diagnosed with cancer.
Brutal lung cancer. You’re in the hospital room surrounded by white walls which
you’re going to be seeing for the rest of your life now. You slowly realize
that you are no more in the state of healthiness to complete your bucket list
which is hidden in your closet drawer. You realize that you cannot live the
life that you’ve thought about since you were three. The one in which you’re party
rocking at some club in Ibiza, the one in which you’re running on the beach
feeling the wind on your face instead while it’s all coming crashing down on
you, you realize running? When is that ever going to happen again? Never, yes
that’s the word. Everything that once bore the answer yes is replaced by the
word no and never. How much it hurts only they’d know because we say we know
the pain they’re going through but you and I both know that it’s only to
console them.
It’s been some time now, you’re in your drawing room on the
couch watching the models striking poses with their lovely hair, short, long,
pink, yellow, brown, all sorts of hairstyles, all sorts of colors and how you
wish you had hair to show off. You start feeling you’re the ugliest person to
exist; no one would ever look at you. All I’m going to get is sympathy,
something I despise.
It hurts to know that you are so different from the other
teenagers when you don’t want to be. You want to partying, doing all the normal
things everyone does. A pinch of pain in your muscles. Everything around you is
sad, just sad.
Don’t know why I wrote this but it was inspired by a video I
saw long ago and I really wanted to put it in words, do go through this video,
it would take just a few minutes.
