A superwoman – that’s how they call me. They see me as doing practically anything and everything they could think of and doing it in less than a time a sane person does. They say it is madness. I say it is a gift that was bestowed, a skill that has been honed, an expertise that has gone beyond its limitations, and doing it gracefully under pressure.
It has always been my routine to be occupied with all sorts of obligations. Tough, yes, but fulfilling as you see your accomplishments at the end of the day. The beauty of being engaged in so many things is the fact that on its process, you unconsciously perform every single task that is expected of you… Until, it will just be like any other ordinary day – doing things in a habit for necessity’s sake.
But doing the habit is not fun to me anymore. The sense of fulfillment has vanished. I see no more point of continuously doing it because I see no improvement, no growth for myself. I want something fresh, something novel. Something happier, more than what is seeming of me. More than being called a superwoman. Because they just do not know, the very person whom they acknowledge to be carefree, and swift, and mild is hollow from her within. There is this uninvited feeling, a desire I know I’ve long been wanting, yet a yearning that has still to be learned, something fresh and novel, something definitely eccentric. I thought if this may rejuvenate my gist of happiness. But the question still ponders, will it or will it just give me the same old script? I understand that I must be soaked to experience it, for me to answer my confusion, to see for myself the immediate result of doing such a risk I never dared doing before. Will it hurt my pride? I don’t care anymore. Will it upset my soul? Maybe. Yes. I think so. Definitely. But would I care?
My heart starts pounding, my senses are lurching. I am bewildered. With this feeling inside. Broken thoughts. Puzzled mind. Aching heart. Painful yet lovely…
They say I am a superwoman. They think I have superpowers. I say I am just no one for someone brilliant, who recently impressed me by his ordinary ways. Maybe I am a superwoman, less the power.