The Bell and The Locket October 9, 2008
Posted by mirla in : Memories, Musings, Uncategorized , trackbackAs a child, my mindset was that if you weren’t smart, or didn’t have a talent then you were useless. In my mind at the time I would have rather be dead then be stupid, I was sad and felt worthless because I thought I wasn’t paticularly smart and I screwed up at things all the time. I felt as if no good could ever come tfrom me and that I was just a nusance to my parents and to the other adults who looked after me. I used to read a book called The Locket. It was my favorite book and it was given to me by my grandmother. It was about a girl who was so clumsy and messed up everything but then her aunt gave her a “magical locket” and then suddenly she became better at everything, but the inside of the locket was a secret. One day she opened of the locket because she wanted to know what was inside that made her magicaly better at everything. Inside was a little mirror. I think the meaning went completely over my head but the dose of hope the story gave for myself was nice. Another time it was around christmas, I told my parents about how useless I was because I had no talents. They said that I wasn’t litsening to them, just tinkering the silver bell. It was only after a bit of thoght that I realised that this bell wasn’t perfect, that it wasn’t the biggest or the best or the prettiest bell around but my parents still chose it because they liked it, and I still loved it anyways. That people were like bells. It didn’t help me love myself any more then I did (which honestly I didn’t love myself and I still find it hard to) but it helped me get over that mindset.
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