The Child Inside Me

Dear me

I know you are wondering why, because I do keep cursing you for everything that you put me through, but over time, I've realised I have so much more to be thankful for.

Learning through lessons somehow leads us to think of only one thing. Education. But education and learning are so very different.

So Dear Life, when I thank you, know that I'm thanking you for all the lessons that I have learnt, that were beyond basiceducation.

Lessons like, the simple ones, that came in the form of me falling off my bicycle, my skates, my motorbike and still getting up, bruised and bleeding, knowing what not to do the next time.

Or the fun ones, that came in the form of anecdotes, quotes, and laughter, I shared with strangers, as we waited for a bus, a cab or a train. Just taking, sharing our feelings and our book/playlists.

The wholesome ones, that came in the form of family and friends, and understanding that everyone is their own person and you cannot change someone, only yourself.

First things first, this isn't another post that is going to mock you, or ask you to take a damn "chill pill". You're freakin' awesome, you get that, right? Whether it's your extreme love for perfectly done assignments or never-ending motivation to get one more revision done before the class quiz- you've always been gifted, articulate and an incredible thinker. But in this 'party' world, where everyone wants to go out to the movies and then to the hookah bar, I know no one wants to talk to the girl who'd rather spend Saturday organising her file full of notes and highlighting important paragraphs in her textbook. 

I know it sucks. Never having fit in high school, never having been a part of the 'cool' gang, and never being able to relate to those who don't want a seat right in the front of the class. It stung, didn't it when that cute boy only spoke to you for your geography notes? I know you cried before your board exams, but others never took you seriously for that. You always top, so whoever cared about the stress and feelings of inadequacy that came along with it? 

But at the end of the day, you know nothing compares to beating other's test scores by that one mark, no flirtatious texts ever compared to the praise you received in your English notebook and no amount of booze gives you that high that you give yourself after a day of hardcore studying. Screw them, for poking fun at you and your 'boring' self. Don't you ever think of sacrificing your highly motivated, disciplined and utterly brilliant personality for some 'acceptance' from those who want to bunk classes and waste away their time on Netflix. It IS cool to care about your work and subjects, and it's cooler to want to excel in your field and perform flawlessly. So the next time you get called a "geek", walk away with your head held high (to the library, ofcourse).

Love,

A nerd who must get back to her notes now.