The Theory of Relativity
Sorry Einstein it’s not about you
Unwrapping the ‘big’ candy that his mother promised,
Just to unveil a ‘small’ one; the thought of ‘big’ sat dismissed.
His ashen face cast a pall of gloom,
Over the cheerful lollipop that checked all the checklists for emotional doom.
The car’s tires came to a screeching halt,
As he began to hold his mother at fault.
The little girl at the signal
Saw him clench something magical.
The ethereal candy was the biggest
She had ever witnessed.
Bigger than her biggest dream,
her lost inner child began to yearn beyond the seem.
After all, big, small, good, bad are all relative,
And purely subjective
And hence nothing absolute.
Let not ‘small’ or ‘bad’ shatter your resilience
And ‘big’ or ‘good’ waver your diligence
Because ‘good’ today might not see the light of tomorrow
As the bars rise higher and we outgrow.
And ‘bad’ today might stand tall in the forthcoming history,
As evolution is not painted with only bright hues of victory.
The transcience of relativity,
Resting on the pillars of subjectivity,
Is light years away from being absolute.
The only strongly anchored absolute truth —
Is that you are awesome in your skin,
And life’s indispensable linchpin.
Don’t let your flaws deride,
And if they do, don’t hesitate to hit the override.
Never let the world tell you otherwise,
Because your heart has penned a trove of stories
That the world has never read.
In the breakneck speed with which we are evolving, it is not uncommon to feel left behind in the race — a race that everyone is hell-bent on winning; a race that often makes us question our own credibility; a race that makes or breaks us. In this process, more than often we let words like good, bad, big and small dictate our emotions. These are merely a set of syllables whose definition itself varies — something that is good according to today’s standards might not do justice in tomorrow’s metrics. These adjectives are relative to one’s exposure and experiences which make them relative and subjective. The true measure of progress is against ourselves from the previous day. Let us not forget to love and embrace ourselves despite our imperfections. After all, we all are perfectly imperfect.
