Prisha Khimavat

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Some girls can paint every line on someone’s face and make it look like they’ve come alive on the canvas. Some girls can win championships and trophies for their schools and countries. Some girls ooze intelligence and wisdom, with the knowledge of all the stars in the galaxies and the life at the bottom of the sea.  Some girls have the ability to hold conversations and make contacts so seamlessly, without the burden of others’ opinions weighing them down. Some girls exude this quiet confidence where though they sit silently in a corner, everyone knows better than to question them. Some girls hold armories in their heads that shoot bullets through their pens, while others hold music in their hearts that bless the ears their words lay upon.

And me? I guess I can put pen to paper and write words that make relative sense, and I guess I can record moments in photographs adequately. I suppose I can compile strewn about thoughts into an understandable piece, and take other people’s adventures and retell those stories. 

But I’m not the girl who goes on adventures and accomplishes wonderful things. I’m not the girl who oozes knowledge or confidence, or possesses any unique ability of her own.

I’m the girl you barely see around, the one with her head in the clouds.

I’m the girl who writes about others, not the one who gets written about.  

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Like everyone else, I have days when I can’t help but compare myself to others. I have days when my stories don’t seem worth telling, and my brain struggles to form words. I have days when I think about all the things I’m incapable of and all the skills and talents that I don’t have. Some days I struggle to see my own worth. Today was one of those days.

I am always in awe of all the wonderfully talented people around me. Their stories and skills are always huge sources of inspiration to me. When I see friends, classmates, acquaintances, or even strangers achieve their goals, I normally feel overjoyed. However, we live in a society that teaches us to compete with one another. It teaches us to compare ourselves to others even if we’re not part of the same competition. We see other people’s successes as our failures and fail to recognize that their success doesn’t mean that we can’t succeed. I know its something that I struggle with. So, I want to take this opportunity to thank all the wonderful people around me and appreciate them for who they are.

Thank YOU, for everything you do. I see your hard work, and I recognize your talent. I know you have a gift, and I really hope you’re using it to make yourself happy. I hope you aren’t being too hard on yourself, and I hope you appreciate everything you are. I know that on some days getting out of bed may be the hardest thing you do, but I hope you’re using that amazing gift of yours whenever you can. I hope that all of us can fill canvases with color, silence with music, pages with words, our minds with knowledge and wisdom, and our lives with love and kindness towards each other and ourselves. No matter what it is you enjoy doing, I hope you do more of it because the world would be missing out if you didn’t. And maybe somewhere along the way, you’ll change a small part of the world.

As for me, you still may not see me around, and my head will probably remain in the clouds.

I’ll still be the girl who writes about others, but maybe someday I’ll get written about.

~ Prisha Khimavat ~