Where's Your Rebel?

In & Out



              You are in an auditorium. A grand stage is staring at you, and your feet are digging in the red velvet carpet. Close your eyes. Let the world around you slip away. Imagine the people around you collapse; imagine them explode into glitter. Coloured souls bursting open. It’s quite a beautiful sight, right? Now move carefully, glide really, and take care – you don’t want to step on the glitter. It sticks and then takes hours to come off. Find your favourite colour, and sit next to it. Take your time, there is no hurry. Look past the carpet, deep into the sparkly eyes and see if you find that thing – the part you think is missing, the burning emptiness you wish to fill. It blinks at you, and it’s so faint that you think you imagined it. But then, it blinks again. You see a flicker of life in it. You sit there, surrounded by pools of glitter, and with all the time in this world.

Take this time and think back to all the times you should’ve said yes. Yes, to new adventures. Yes, to new people. Yes, to her. Yes, to trying new things. To the times when you should’ve said more, and to all the times you should have kept shut.

Your mind snaps to a memory, a flash of an image really but you know it so well that an image is enough. I see I’ve touched a nerve. That was never my intention. The thing is between every yes and no there lies an urge; an urge to rebel, an urge to stand and an urge to create. This urge fuels us. It helps us grow. It’s the feeling that drives us. It’s also where our secrets, and desires lie. My rebel is completely different than yours. A rebellion could be standing up for what you believe in. As it could be to sit down and letting go. As we grow up this urge, our rebel is lost somewhere. We get accustomed to our mundane life, it’s comfort and stability luring us in. The rebel hides in a dark corner, peeping through crevices. It waits to be let out and eventually, it fades away. We get comfortable in our surroundings, ignorant that we are missing a part of ourselves. Those who hold on to that urge turn out to be revolutionaries in their chosen fields.


I know you have responsibilities. I know people rely on you. People have expectations of you. Well, I am not asking for anything substantial from you though. I am asking you to not let the rebel inside die. It may need to be tamed, like a horse with reins. Let it step out and feel the sun on its skin once in a while. Let it breathe in the air and look at the sky. I say, sometimes let it be wild and free. Like a horse running in open fields. Unaware and unabashed. Let it flow through you, motivating you. Put it to good use.

Let the world do its thing, you do yours.

Go back to when you were a carefree child, burdens not hampering your spirit.