“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”
Our entire lives, we’ve been told what our future will hold, if we do x amount of work. If we study for 2 more years, we will reach x success, we will have y amount of things. If we work a little harder, our y success will multiply to become 2y things. We’re defined by a set of structured variables and design. But our life is not a simple mathematical formula that gives the same answer. Each of us is a different flower with oddly shaped petals and crooked stems. Each one of us possess a unique potential,and are able to bring beauty and color, to an otherwise bleak and dull universe. While others spend their time searching for ways to bloom faster, and be better, bigger and more colorful flowers, take my advice and bloom slowly, for it is the flower that blooms last who’s fragrance lasts the longest. You may not bloom the fastest, you may not be the brightest, but you will add some beauty to this world. We’re not perfect, and we may fail again and again, but what matters most is resilience and the ability to keep on pushing after the universe knocks you down, because if a flower shrivels up and dies the world will never know how beautiful it could’ve been.
A pen, paper, and three hours decided your fate in an overbooked hall with a squeaky fan. Three months later, and your judgement has arrived, irreversible, wrapped up in the form of a digital report card. There’s nothing more you can do now, just accept it and keep moving forward.
We think we’re made of numbers, percentages on a test, kilograms on a scale, likes on a photo, price tags on clothes but we’re much more than that. We’re made of love and happiness and the way we laugh. We’re made of good memories and late nights. We are who we are, and we are infinite.
Ekta Kumar and Aayush Rathi