Highway to Happy

There is this one girl I admire. I see myself in her, only much better. She is always there, up high, soaring. And she makes me ask why normal people can’t fly.

I admire her natural ability to influence people through words and making sense of words.

I admire her poise, her being so regal; the way she swiftly moves across the floor with her trademark laughter.

I admire her unfair gift of being able to do just about everything, and actually be good in doing them.

I admire that she doesn’t really mind people admiring her. She’s unaffected by woes and praises. A smile is her usual response to compliments and nothing more.

I admire her. I admired her... used to admire her. I want to try pinpointing what brought about the change, do my best to reverse it and bring her back to “that girl”. She no longer engraves beautiful words. She’s no longer graceful and sophisticated. She’s no longer profound. Perhaps she’s happy that way. Perhaps not. She’s still a “star” in her own right, having more people to admire her now than before, because, in all fairness, she still has that magic, the touch of glamour, the kind of light that blinds people into searching for superficial happiness. But I’m no longer one of them. I’m not her “fan”, anymore. In my eyes, she lost the radiance that brought her above everyone else.

There was this one girl I admired. I used to see myself in her. She had been there, up high, soaring.