When I was younger, I just thought that some girls are born with all the luck in the world. I loved how their pony tails effortlessly bounced when they ran 1.6km around the field. I love the way they carried their green Polly Pocket backpacks, and how I envied them when they pranced around in their Brownie uniforms. I was jealous of their neat handwriting, and how they always got perfect scores during mental sums.
Sometime in my mid-teens, I gave up trying to be like them. I gave up trying to appear as though i have the same kind of good fortune. I accepted the fact that I wasn't as pretty, or as skinny. I realised that my hair was never gonna have the same shine or ever look as lustrous as theirs. I knew that I had to work twice as hard to be even half as good as they are at math! Worse, those lucky girls discovered boys. And boys wanted them. This made me conclude that some girls really do have all the luck in the world. And that I didn't deserve any.
Now that I'm twenty? I just believe that you make your own luck. Whatever happens from now on, in my life, is because of the opportunities that I've decided to take on, or let slip. At twenty... It's about time I take control, and stop comparing myself to them "lucky" girls. I've worked pretty damn hard to make my luck happen. And I truly believe that this is the only way luck won't run out on me.
1 comment:
you're gorgeous.
you're smart.
you're talented.
you're funny.
you're sweet.
you're nice.
you're an awesome person,
someone can depend on.
i think you're one of em' lucky girls =)
and im not patronising you, cause that's just so not my style.
but really love, you are lucky! <3
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