Different Paths
I strongly admire one of my best friends. I have known her since I was eight. I can still recall the exact day we met as well as the many memories we have shared.
I have always identified with her because we both went through the same type of struggle growing up. As we grew, our challenges grew so big that it led us to separates paths in life. I went one way with my problems and she went the other way with hers.
On the first day of college we were reunited again. It was an amazing moment. I walked into my art history class, scuttling to find a seat. As I was about to sit down, I felt a strong gaze fixed upon me. As I slowly turned my head to meet this gaze I found myself staring back into the eyes of the girl I had started my difficult journey with.
Somewhere along the way we had parted but fate brought us back together once again. But this time we werent innocent helpless little girls. This time we had fought hard through our battles and came out as strong successful women.
For a minute we both just stared without words. It was after we finally found the words to express our feelings at that moment did our reconnection with each other began.
And here we are, I can easily say she is still one of the most amazing friends that I have, though I dont have many friends at all.
Shes also one of the few people in my life who shares all of my secrets and understands what I have been through in the past. She is one of those people who I can talk to about absolutely anything at all and I am lucky to have her in my life Alhumdulillah.
But one thing that I have noticed is that although our lives are parallel, there is a stark different between us. One of my biggest issues is that I let me past haunt me.
I keep feelings bottled up inside and let them take over every once in a while. I have let my difficult circumstances develop a bitter exterior upon me, a layer that doesnt belong on me.
I am genuinely a fun loving, happy person. But lately I have been walking around with this bitter shell that keeps me from enjoying life. And I feel like people have started to notice that and im soon going to be classified as those hopeless misanthropics in society.
But that sad part is that I am not like that at all. I am just stuck inside this shell and I just need something or someone to come, break it apart, and set me free. Still I am thankful for the people in life who truly see me for who I am beneath this bitter exterior.
The reason I admire this friend of mine is because she is the exact opposite of me. She genuinely enjoys life to the fullest. She really has her life together.
She knows exactly what she wants to do with it, she has a good job, shes involved on campus, but most importantly she takes out time for herself. She socializes, she makes friends, has fun, but at the same time keeps a balance between everything. I wish I was more like her.
I noticed she doesnt let her thoughts consume her, she doesnt let show what she has been through.
She only shows how happy she is today. How strong she is today. And how (MashaAllah may Allah continue to bless her) put together her life is today.
In my opinion she doesnt let anything or anyone tell her she isnt good enough and quite frankly she is one of the most beautiful people I have ever met. Inside and out.
Allah grant me the ability to make myself as stong as her.
