So how’s the sweet sixteen working out for you? Since I have been there, I’m guessing not so much of a fairy-tale with shiny dresses, glass heels or charming admirers. Before you settle for bleeding on your diary pages or contemplate about how to put a full stop to this entire melodrama of a pathetic show called Life, let me hold your hand and whisper in your ears a few survival tricks to sustain through it.
The storm shall pass, and a little heads up so that you take a look at the ground beneath your feet before the next step–fiercer storms await, so buckle up, dear.
First of all, confidence is the word missing from your dictionary of existence.” Learn to believe in yourself first” might sound clichéd to you, but it is necessary, trust me. So next morning when you wake up and behold the undone yourself on the mirror, try to look beyond the double chin, freckles or the fumbling girl up on stage yesterday and remind yourself that you’re in presence of the most amazing thing to have happened since Creation.
Secondly, do away with all that inferiority complex about the things you cannot do, or that air of superiority about the things you can do. Stop the oscillation sweetheart, bring yourself to a point and decide a personality for yourself that is constant at every juncture.
Thirdly – this is important, listen closely. Do not let those adolescent hormones get the better of you at any cost. You’re not a part of the sheeple, so find your own tune to bleat in. After all, what about all those hours you spent at the corner of the library having tea with Jane Austen or taking a walk with Oscar Wilde if you end up in the crowd of ovaries drooling for the “cutest boy” in class with the intellectual “range of a teaspoon”?
Fourthly, it is a crucial time, with Board examinations ringing the “knell of death” near your ears. You’ve kept up the good grades all along, sat comfortably among the toppers so far taking quite a bit of gleaming pride in it. But trust me, dear, the world out there is not so rosy and won’t roll out a red carpet for all those A+ and 97% you managed to bag. So, for a change, take a deep breath and quit sweating over the scorecards. There are far better things in life to worry about. Take a look around yourself and its high time you think out of the box.
Lastly, have a little fun. Indulge yourself a little bit. Trust me, sitting in a corner bespectacled with a frown and armed with a book with a hard-to-pronounce title is not going to end up like a Taylor Swift video or a teen rom-com Disney movie. You got to take control of your own life and make yourself happy. Read up those fictions you bought from the book fair, catch a movie at the first 3 D theatre in your city, take a walk beside the lake at sunset, show up at your friends’ the next time they invite you to a party or just curl up in a corner and pen down those poems hovering over your head for days, just enjoy a teeny little bit. Else you will leave a sigh when you reach my stage.
Take care, you. Grow up well.