Once upon time there lived a precious and unique entity (aren’t we all one, at the end of the day?). Since she could dream and aspire, she wanted to be at the center of everything she was a part of. This might sound like a weird and selfish aspiration to the reader, but then, we all have different childhood traumas to discover and deal with as we grow older.

Coming back to our protagonist, she worked very hard and over the years, she finally discovered places where she can gracefully take the centerstage (at least, she thought she was the “center”). Everyone admired her role, which cultivated a sense of pride in her for being the centerpiece.

However, as time would teach her, she realized it was not possible to always be the centerpiece, even if it would suit her talents. Despite the fact that she worked hard, it was ultimately a pinch of luck that had aligned the stars, to point the needle in her favor.

This realization deeply shook her. She couldn’t believe she was replaceable. She thought she was not special anymore. She grew silently, but viciously, envious of her potential competitors, feeling threatened even as she spotted them in the same room. She tried to reclaim the “spot” she thought was rightfully hers, but the harder she tried, the further she seemed from her goal and from her peace of mind. The constant anxiety of wanting to be at the center robbed her of her creative streak, her vibrant energy and her enthusiasm.

At last, she wanted to quit. She wanted to quit doing the things she had once loved, and be removed from the places she had discovered a passion towards. Bursting into tears at the slightest disturbance in everyday life, and creeping slowly into her invisible shell, the reader might consider her to be a lost cause.

However, epiphany, the magical compass that can seldom appear to lost travelers, presented itself. She realized that she was still precious and unique in her own way. She might not be the most important contributor everywhere, but she did contribute significantly at many places. In fact, there was once a time when she was a mere visitor at these places, but they fascinated her so much that she worked hard to grow and be a part of them. Before she entered the mindless race of recognition, what truly drove her forward in life were the fiery flames of passion and a beautiful sense of satisfaction.

Also, practically speaking, any successful event comprises of a team of talented people, and cannot be pulled off alone by an individual. One might contribute significantly as a member, but we are only strong when we work well together :))

Sarsha is not what she had initially hoped to be, and continues to struggle with turbulent but important realities. However, she is in the process of remolding her mould of insanely unhealthy hopes. She will continue to strive discovering and being in tune with her true self, hopefully free of the need for recognition. Ah, to be free of the need to be in the limelight, I wonder how that would feel! Till the onset of that beautiful day, I will try to rest and relax, and stay connected with loved ones!

P.S.: Dear Reader, I hope this piece of my heartstring was not too sad for you! But sometimes one needs to be in the dark to truly appreciate the light, and I hope I can return with more cheerful pieces soon!