La Couronne

In a free lecture, our professor asked us what was the most ridiculous thing we had ever heard. A plethora of  comical comments came by. From vampires, to conspiracy theories, every statement a tad bit more laughable than the previous. However, nothing was to be compared to what I had in mind.

'It is easy to be the bearer of a crown, all the glam and none of the responsibility.' I chuckled.

Seldom in my life, have I ever met someone that respected my standing, and it was ironic because I was always taught that being a blue blood commands respect.
With the rise of the modern world, the divinity of my blood is nothing but mythology, and the greatness of my standing just a glorious part of history.

Bagehot classified the head of the state as 'the dignified' and 'the efficient'. The efficient weren't judged by knowledge of their blood and social standing, but we're celebrated, well, for their efficiency. Whereas, people like us, the titular head of the people, celebrated for what we stood for, what we supposedly 'signify'.

Time and again, the crown resting on my head has demanded me to take tough decisions. Repeatedly, the modern world and it's ways have questioned my place in it, and my integrity, for not everything is black and white, and not everyone succumbs to traditional ways.

As a kid, I always heard my grandpa say, " There is no voice above yours, but that of God. And as it is known to all, for me, and the likes of me, who do not believe in him, worship and celebrate you, our queen."

These words meant the world to me. The sense of supremacy they gave me, surpassed all limits mortals eyes could see, for I was considered divine.
I thought that I was the absolute, the sovereign that no one could challenge. I'll admit, it did aid my disbelief in God.

Eighteen years of my life, till the date of my coronation, I believed in my supremacy. However, the bubble burst, and I could finally see that the supreme nature of mine is an attribute of the jewel I so fancily wear on my head. And I? Nothing but an accessory to it.

My duty isn't to the men in my life, be it my father, my friend or my love. Not the women who so helped me grow, and not the kids I will have. My duty is to the solemn power that rules over not only them, but me as well.

In the two years of my 'reign', I have learnt that no head weighs more than the crown, not even mine. However, the only thing that gives mine leverage, is that fact that from the day I was born, the crown rests on it, despite of the vile attempts of people that intended to topple it over.
I find it safe to say, that my newfound rule, even though symbolic, symbolises not only supremacy, but also duty above all.

The only thing that leaves a bittersweet taste in my mind's palette is that however great may I become in the years of my reign, my lustre can not over shine the fact that the crown will always be on my head, and will always stand higher, and rest above my standing.