Whenever I think of the fourth of July, I automatically think of fireworks. I think of gathering with others to celebrate, but most of all, the colors and the awe that come with watching the festive explosions. It wasn’t until recently when I began thinking about what the holiday was originally designed for: to celebrate independence.
Because of my age, it is hard to consider myself independent. I always look at others who seem to have their life together and think that they are the picture of independence. I see someone my age living in his or her own apartment, landing his or her dream job, and looking absolutely happy while doing it. When I see these individuals, I always compare myself and come up lacking.
But then I think of the fireworks.
Each firework is unique. No two patterns end up being the same. No two fireworks follow the same path. Why is it that I am in awe of the fireworks, but not of my own accomplishments? To be independent, you do not have to follow the same exact path as those around you. That is the beauty of independence: you get to define what it means to you.
In light of this road to self-discovery, I will part with the lyrics to Katy Perry’s “Firework”:
You don’t have to feel like a wasted space
You’re original, cannot be replaced
If you only knew what the future holds
After a hurricane comes a rainbow
Maybe a reason why all the doors are closed
So you could open one that leads you to the perfect road
Like a lightning bolt, your heart will glow
And when it’s time you’ll know
You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine
Just own the night like the 4th of July
‘Cause, baby, you’re a firework
Come on, show ’em what you’re worth
Make ’em go, “Aah, aah, aah”
As you shoot across the sky-y-y
Baby, you’re a firework
Come on, let your colours burst
Make ’em go, “Aah, aah, aah”
You’re gonna leave ’em all in awe, awe, awe