“Have no fear of perfection; you’ll never reach it. Life is not easy for any of us. We must have perseverance and, above all, confidence in ourselves. We must believe we are gifted for something and that this thing must be attained.” ~ Another from Marie Curie.
Do not let them dictate when, how and what to love
I’m not only fascinated by Marie Curie’s intelligence and her exemplary trait as a Science Wiz but my admiration for her extends also because she is a ‘golden oldie’. Do not blame me for being old school but my love for ancient themes and antiques is somehow unbeaten. Actually, before writing this, I had to sing along to Dolly Parton’s Coat of Many Colors for inspiration. Ooh how I love that song.
My love for old-age stuff has left me one the few people who still cherish being referred to as ‘dear’ and also, my heart still beats for disco music. The zeal and passion that comes with Marie Curie is well defined with her overcoming the prohibition of female students at the University of Warsaw during her time. This refusal though does not pin her down and so she decides to fly and flourish at the Flying University. I really think she is amazing and her impact in my life is valuable. I am not necessarily an absolute Science enthusiast but what I get from her is much bigger than Science alone.
Marie found her happy place in her passion for what she loved and she thrived at it. She could have chosen to give up after being denied a chance to study at Warsaw but then she decided to follow her dreams and thanks to her, we now have polonium, radium and even radiotherapy. It was certainly not easy to make due but that strong-willed woman in her could never let her down. She is iconic. She is incredible. She is exemplary and I love her. She is always telling me not to fear, and I am following every step of it.
I do not want to force it down your throat but you got to stick to what you love and be perfect at the imperfections. Do not wait for once-in-a-lifetime chances, find your happy place and ride along. Have no fear. If you can stitch, collect those pieces of rags and stitch them the best way you can, don’t wait for the silk or linen, create your own make of fabric and work with it to your best.
Give them more stuff to laugh about
Some days back I bumped into one of my ex-boyfriend’s best friends, Kelly. Somehow I had managed to rid myself of the bitterness I had towards him and I was elated to have met up with him again. I cannot tell where the excitement popped up from because just a day before I had recollected his roles in my ex-boyfriend’s impudent behavior, but what can I say, I have a forgiving heart.
“Hey Annie, had no idea you write, I stumped upon your blog.”
“Oh, how did you like it?”
“I actually shared it with Mark and he thinks it’s wow.”
“Ok. You guys liked it?”
“Hmm… we just wanted to have a good laugh, that’s all, nothing special about it. Plus not everyone is interested in your subject features.”
“Ouch!”
“Actually, ouch is the right word for it but we had a good time going through it, our ribs were cracked, an elaborate title to your blog would be ‘Just for Laughs.”
How could he even say that wearing a beatific expression and without a tiny bit of guilt in his tone? Did he not care about my feelings? He was ruining my day, breaking my heart and I felt defenseless. I kept smiling all through the conversation just to calm myself down but my mind was erupting with fresh lava of anger, bitterness and disappointment, all directed towards me and my decision for starting a blog in the first place.
These sentiments were not coming from a dimwit or a half-witted lad. They were coming from Kelly, one of the wise people I have encountered in my youth. Kelly is no idiot and perhaps that is the reason why I was excited to see him again after a long time. I have known him to be an intelligent person and so his feedback on my blog created an impact. He stepped on my toe and I thought I was to be blamed for it and at that moment my pillar of confidence came tumbling down and crumbled right before my eyes yet I was not motivated to fix it or even build another.
For weeks I asked myself questions and doubted my moves. I even came close to deactivating my web and leaving it for the pundits and pros to do their thing. I decided blogging was not my thing because folks just wanted to read politics, science and crime but not some little story from a single mother nobody knows.
They are always going to be there. The disparagers. Some will attack you, bash you and discourage you but then there will also be the few ones who encourage you, no one is perfect so go ahead, do your thing and give them more stuff to laugh about.
If it is your weakness that makes them stronger, do not let them tag you along
Lily, Macy and Fenny had been friends for a long time. I always admired the trio and wished I could join in in the friendship and make a fantastic quad. I was much younger then and having a large circle of friends, especially popular pupils at school, meant attention and admiration, or so puberty dictated.
Juvenility had favored Lily and Macy. Maturity was kind enough to grant them confidence and glamour. They owned their crowns and wore them with pride and grace. They actually ruled the world and got full attention of all the boys, even the senior ones. When we were all still struggling with washing our hands at the crowded school taps, they were using hand sanitizers and sweet-smelling jellies to knock out the germs. They even filed their nails and talked about make-up and perfumes, things that were so unreal to the rest of us.
One thing I could not understand though was why the duo hang out with the plain, rustic Fenny. She had no similar traits to those of the other two. She was just not a bird with similar feathers as them and one could wonder why she always flocked together with them. Fenny looked small between the two. They always outshone her. Turns out that was the sole reason why they hang out with her in the first place.
They loved the attention and needed to be with someone who highlighted their awesomeness even more and Fenny was that person. She became invisible and elevated Lucy and Macy’s elegance. They never shared their sanitizers, make-up or anything else that gave them the shine with Fenny because they could not risk losing the spotlight.
Today, however ironical it might sound, Fenny is a glamorous and successful fashion model who is sought after all over the world.
Punchline: Take it slow and always dream it possible. You got to breath to live, do not complicate it by letting negativity feed on you and above all, share the positive vibes with everyone around you, you never know who needs it more than you do.
Share the sweet vibes people!! 😘
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