When we are young, full of hope and always in cloud nine, we imagine ourselves being princesses and astronauts or superheroes saving the world one day. And then life happens.
Twenty years later, we find ourselves stuck at work struggling in our desk jobs; missing buses, waking late, skipping meals, cursing our fate. Frustrated as we are, the middle class people, we realize we haven’t been anywhere close to being lucky.
We miss out. Amidst the entire hustle bustle and our daily struggle, we miss out on how we nailed yesterday’s presentation or made it to work even on the first day of our cycle. We forget the treks where we didn’t give up till the end. We forget how we stayed up the entire night for a friend. We overlook the rivers we have crossed, the pitches we’ve have aced, ignore how we’ve been holding it up for days.
So, you and I,
the middle class people,
we must go back to being young, full of hope, resting in cloud nine.
Because if we look closely,
We’re princesses of our own, reaching for the moon, saving ourselves one day at a time.