Little Moments Worth Commemorating

Rereading a favorite book 
The attic dust swirled around me like a tornado of my own making, mountains of old clothes and toys towering over me. 
“Pack only what you need. Pack only what you need,” I kept muttering to myself. It’s funny how going to live on your own initially sounds like it’s reserved for big adults. Once it’s your reality, though, you realize you’ve never felt smaller. Sifting through drawers of playing cards and old school binders, I noticed a faded illustration of some horned creature hidden behind a stack of board games. Gasping in realization, I carefully pulled it out from among the clutter. It was a tattered copy of Where the Wild Things Are worn from years of reading and rereading. Turning to the first page, my heart filled with the same sense of pure innocence and glee as the first time I had first read it. It was like meeting up with an old friend. The words jumped off the page and painted portraits in my mind, making me forget where I was. It was beautiful and happy and strange and everything that I needed at the moment. 
“There should be a place where only the things you want to happen, happen.” And perhaps that little universe of momentary bliss I’ve created for myself, of beautiful words and simple images juxtaposed amidst the cluttered and dusty attic- perhaps that would be my place.  

The first swim of the summer 
The sun rays kissed my skin as a warm breeze rustled through my hair. Music spilled into the air as people clouded the streets and into the park, alive with energy. Everything seemed to be brighter, happier, and louder today- it was finally the start of summer. With a deep gulp of air, I dove into the cool water leaving a resounding splash. My body felt weightless as the water glided over me, melting away all my worries. Once completely submerged, my eyes slowly opened revealing a new, different world underwater. Time stood still as everything seemed to move in slow motion and the sounds of the outside world had a soft, distorted quality to them. Here was to the start of carefree days, of staying up past midnight doing nothing but feeling, of endless creation and inspiration, of gentle smiles and warm laughs. Here was to feeling utterly free.  



Knowing you will be okay  
Perhaps there are things that I will never understand: why we always have to say “good” after every “how are you”, why certain names sound better on certain people, how many details of history have never been recorded - but I’ve found comfort in the strange little riddles and quirks of life. The world is a vast expanse of mysteries and opportunities. There’s so much to be seen, so many new people to meet, so much to be discovered. I finally understand that being lost does not always mean being astray, for it can mean being a wanderer. And with wandering comes freedom- the freedom to explore, the freedom to learn, and the freedom to grow. My two feet are firmly planted on the ground, my once wavering mind transformed to fixed determination. My body is a collision of veins and cells all in a constant dynamic to keep me alive and I am no longer scared to call it my own. I have been given eyes to marvel at the beauty of the world and a mind to reason through the bad of it. I exist. I exist. I exist. 

And for the first time, that’s more than enough.


By Rawan Olma

8 comments

  1. A thoughtful narrative turned aesthetic.

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  2. this is so incredible. it's descriptive, mature, engaging, and relatable. really really well written and the visuals are so beautiful

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    1. your comments are always so sweet and encouraging, thank you!

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  3. done very artfully. i appreciate this so much
    -liza rosen <3

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    1. thanks so much, I appreciate YOU and your nice comment!

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  4. holy, this is well written. the image you create in my head is so beautiful

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    1. thank you!! i'm so glad you enjoyed it

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