Memoir of an unaccomplished girl

If this 22 year old girl ever wrote a book about her life, it is going to be called “Memoir of an unaccomplished girl”. And if you decide to read further than the title, it is because you’re simply intrigued. Maybe ultimately she has something to offer, something to say. Maybe she has figured everything out to reach to such conclusion. Maybe she has defeated love, or conquered it.

Maybe you will find your unfulfilled wishes in the flickering pages of her book. Maybe you will find the answers to your questions, something which would be pacifying and corroborative. Because we all have things which have been left unaccomplished, dreams that were relinquished, wishes lost to the enduring tides of reality. Ultimately, rendering what could have been to what could not be accomplished.

She will know that there is nothing extraordinary about not accomplishing anything. But being unaccomplished can have myriad of possibilities, it keeps you off the pedestal and mostly free. And even if this girl is an accomplished girl, being unaccomplished gives her life purpose, and more room for exploration.

Why does she have to be labelled as unaccomplished?

She is not validating her life, but simply laying out the facts of a contrite heart.

This girl will write about the boy who kept pulling at her heart strings. She will write about her first crush; and her last. She will tell her readers that everything she writes about should be taken with a pinch of salt. She will write in a haphazard manner, since chronology is weakening and mundane.

In her book, she will introduce sharp and shrewd characters. They will be quick to notice the signs concealed beyond comprehension by destiny. She will severe her ties with the almighty, when in a riotous uproar of events her heart is broken.

From the very first chapter, she will plunge into the beginning of her first regret. She will create madness, propelled by her earliest memories. She will write about the dull, cold months, preparing for exams and finding solace in her imagination. She will write about those warm, soothing summer nights spent reading Harry Potter. And the sick days, spent reading about Katniss Everdeen, when she would imagine herself to be as strong, and standing as tall as her.

She will write about the pungent smell of alcohol in the chapter where she didn’t drink. She will write about the laughter that followed her “No”, which still echoes in the valleys of her mind.

She will write about fate, and possibilities, ignited by those not confined within the four walls of human capacity, lying inside the four walls constructed by our egos.

She will write about writing, about finding solace in the scribbled sentences and ragged blotches on a yellow paper.

Finally, she will write about finding herself, in an alternate universe. Detached from reality, right where she loses herself in the beginning. She will find her old journals there, and rummaging through them, she will find no regrets. They will be brimming with happy memories, full of good people.

She will write about her slow pace in this new world, about tasting every win and defeat.

She will learn that the pace of life is not dictated by how fast or slow you are moving, it is decided by how much you are learning. In the end she will say, “The faster everything moves, the more it hurts."

And with that, she will take a break, and stop writing. Hence, she will be successful, in being a truly unaccomplished girl.