Our fixed state is change. Put your pen down for what you have written will not change. You seek the alleyways of your muddy nature to escape what is constant. You are told to not become a failure as it is a termination of your assumed potential. You cannot become a failure, though -- it is not the mold for your nature. I am not drowning your head; I am asking you to ponder over the stillness of the waters. You ask the spirits surrounding you to create riveting waves because the stillness is as deafening as the sound of light. But there can only be waves if you start swimming. The motion of your strokes and treads will have the waves carry you to the edge of this body. The edge to where your presumed destination is. Yes, I did drown your head. I drowned your head because you will not realize what you were escaping from until you see it, hear it, and learn to coexist with it. You should not fear your constant state. But fear when the waves do in fact push you back to the stillness, then, you will not know how to extend your fingertips to carry yourself back to the shore.
Our skin, our very own, sheds itself every decade or so. Our voices, ambitions, and those around us, are merely nothing but constant changes. The only thing you could be sure of never changing, is change itself. You grow, you water your roots, you sing to the still waves, and they will carry you. Everything changes in the end, and we are destined to find pieces of peace within it. In theory, the only thing that can escape change, other than change in its own nature, is your medium of art. So put your pen down for what you have written will not change. And I hope you find peace in the waters.
Haifa Albusaili is a student and writer from Riyadh. She channels words to articulate the pictures her mind paints. She also tweaks code lines here and there and spends immoderate time looking through a telescope. Follow her on Twitter for more of her work.
