The MASERATI

I know this person who always tried to live up to everybody's expectations: her parents', siblings', friends', enemies' and even her own expectations.
Like a Maserati car, she was adored and envied for self control and unbelievable standards.

The Maserati (Angel, 2016)
[PHOTO NOT MINE]
I think everyone saw her to have set her own rules, standards and pace which no one ever questioned. (She liked not being questioned. She was in control. Or so she thought she was.)

Everything was going well for her... Like driving alone in a newly-made concrete road, it was easy; smooth to say the least.

But despite everything being so perfect, she lost control.. Rather, she let herself lose control.
She realized she wanted to.
Like in driving, she liked the adrenaline that came with the 200mph drive without thinking and no hitting the breaks.

'DON'T THINK, JUST DRIVE', she said.




Only to realize sooner that she can't handle it.

SHE'S NO DRIFTER or SPEED RACER.
She's a Maserati car who liked the 60kph speed.
So she stepped on the breaks, and abandoned that reckless daydream of speeding away.

FINALLY, SHE STOPPED TO SEE THE TRAFFIC LIGHTS, THE SIGNS AND THE PEOPLE WAIVING HER TO HALT.

Relieved, she was. But it's a little late though. The precious Maserati got scarred. Not substantially, but still scarred.

Although a lot still looked up to her the same way,SHE NEVER LOOKED AT HERSELF SIMILARLY EVER AGAIN.

There's no bigger disappointment than the disappointment you get from yourself.

She had so high expectations of herself that a little scar made her act like a complete wreck.She wanted to be perfect again. She did not disappoint anyone, not that she know of. But she definitely disappointed herself.


So I told this beautiful, sad and disappointed Maserati, 'Forgive yourself.'
And so she did.



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