Her life is simple enough, golden and easy like a carefree maiden skipping through a meadow bejeweled with wildflowers. She knows how to trust those around to give her what she needs, as they are more than willing to supply her wants and asks. She is simple enough, in a way which gives her innocence and vitality, in a way which speaks of a water bird who cannot be made heavy by the weariness of the world. It is as if it simply cannot congeal in her being. She is too resistant, strong in her innocence and beauty to let trouble cause her grief.
She does however, know the pores of the world. If her being was likened to a tapestry, the wonder and beauty of the front side would be reciprocated by the thoughts and desires and knowledge that lie at the back, dark and twisted. Yet they do not change her innocent outlook on life. They merely exist to make the beauty stronger in the face of such situations. These stitches in her tapestry are not there to be paraded to those who view the tapestry. They are instead there to hold the tapestry together. And that they do marvelously, for she is strong and beautiful, no matter what indulgence besets her.
The other is hugely different. She is not golden, innocent or carefree. She lets life drag her whichever way it chooses, pulling, twisting, breaking. She is often torn and wrung, and knows not how any of her actions deserved such consequences. She dislikes stepping out of her comfort zone to do anything at all which requires exertion, and as a result she falls behind in everything, and as a result becomes disillusioned and upset, doubting herself and her abilities. Of these, she lacks none. She has abilities that most girls dream of, a fast mind, a good body, the ability to socialize perfectly and make all her friends feel genuinely loved and cared about. She knows how to please others, but she does not have the strength or the confidence, and so she is often alone, depressed, scared by what is outside of her comfort zone, and afraid to exit it, in case life drags her out further than she is willing to go
It is a vicious cycle. She will not exert herself, which puts more pressure on top of her, which draws out her strength to lesser and lesser degrees, shrinking her comfort zone smaller and smaller in diameter, until eventually, there is nothing. No girl. Nothing to fight for, nothing to fight with. Nothing except what is terrifying, what is outside, all is dark and cold and hateful. Soon there will not even be a consciousness to even be aware of this stage of loss.
Daughter, be like the first girl. Be a tapestry. Be strong and fight for your strength, and soon you will know how to live right, be loved. Exert yourself and have solid friendships with people who care and support you.
Be a tapestry. Strong and beautiful.
The End.
