When I Fly Towards You

 Sometimes, we forget that the sun is also a star. Stars are presumed to be starry, glistening, and magical, described in the most beautiful ways in every story, while the sun is described as scorching, irritating, and superior. Well, the stars are only visible at night when the sun is gone. The sun doesn't let anyone share its spotlight. 

Not everyone is meant to be the sun — the brightest, the loudest, the one always performing. Sometimes, it's okay to just exist quietly — like a streetlight, a firefly, or a flickering star — shining only when needed.

I was watching one of my favourite shows (WIFTY) recently. This specific exchange caught my attention: a grandmother says to her grandson, 

“Then don’t be the lead, it’s pretty tiring to be the lead. They have to shine brightly and make sure everyone else can see. You don’t necessarily have to become the sun; if you are willing to, you could be a star, a streetlight or even a firefly; they are all capable of shining when they want to. When they don’t feel like shining, they slack off. But even if you never shine, some people can still see you at a glance".

What does this mean?

Honestly, writing, if someone said this to me, I'd act all nonchalant, calling them too emotional and dramatic. But I know, I'll be crying into my pillow because those words I needed to hear desperately, before a math exam, a big decision, when I'm sad, or alone. Though I say nothing emotional fazes me, I mean nothing fazes me out in public, guess I'm a master at masking my emotions. But recently they've been out of control. Everything has been out of my control.

The most effective, worst thing, and best thing in the world would be telling yourself this. But I think such words only hold value coming from someone else. I'd honestly pity myself if I had to tell myself this, but I'd also pity myself more if I didn't have anyone to say this to me. But I guess 2+2 is 4.

But in all honesty, I think I'll forever remain a streetlight. Shine when it's my turn and slack off when it's not, I got the better end of the deal if you ask me. I can live life at my own pace. No pressure, no nothing. But sometimes I'll flicker, just to let you know I'm there.

Because when I fly towards you, I want to see hope. I want to know that a streetlight has a spot in the world illuminated by the sun, where even a flicker makes a difference, in a world where all stars shine without depending on the dark. 

But you'll only ever flicker or fly in a direction if you have a goal, a dream. Your dream could be becoming a cat lady, or Batman, or as simple as just surviving the week. You must have enough determination to give your wings enough power to float or maybe soar. 

And the next time I fly, I'll fly towards you with hope.