Sometimes i want to write a story on my life.
like itll be something of an inspiration.
everyone thinks it atleast once, that theres something about them
something thats an inspiration. or something different.
thinking if only the world knew it, they would be amazed.
like the way they think is something more.
the way they push themselves to go on, is something mesmerizing.
the way they love, is unconditional, more so then most.
and their ability to forgive is truly amazing.
that their story must be heard. then sometimes ide like,
to write a story of the people around me. the people that amaze me.
like the fact i have a friend i find in particular so strange.
Ive known her not even for a year, and her life made me think more of mine.
the way she reads her horoscope daily, letting it control her life.
absorbing every word and following its every notion.
telling me its always right when really she makes it right.
she could tell you her hurting shameful secrets the dark things haunting her.
but you always know there is something more shes not saying.
and even knowing these things, you cant even tell a person her favorite color.
at the same time as knowing more about her than anyone.
so open, but so mysterious. i always looked up to her.
even if she was shorter than me, i looked up to her.
she couldnt say something bad about a person, if she did
shed return the gossip with a compliment.
if you told her someone was ugly, shed simply say stop staring at flaws and see the beauty.
it annoyed me, that she was like this. then i thought why dont we listen?
when someone is being exactly as expected of us why do we block the message?
when we are sent someone to slap us in the face and realize what we are doing
we stop them. we block them. we ignore what they are doing.
sometimes i think, shes like an angel. like a gaurdian angel.
the reason she is here is because i need change. we all need change.
Then i think, when i realize that, the reason she is so mysterious is because
she is not like the people around me, something that makes me amazed by her
is the fact that shes different from what im used to seeing.
and at a time, she was sent someone to make her realize, she was sent that slap.
we all wait for that gaurdian angel. and although she doesnt appear
glowing, perfect, dressed in white cloth, pure of mistakes, she is teaching me more than i know.
she is teaching me what i ought to know by now. but still i, and the people around me, dont know.
ive come to believe gaurdian angels dont come in white cloth and radiance.
Angels can be that person whose difference annoy you.
At one point in time someone changed her too.