Sunday, 17 May 2009
As you know, as a human, all we can do is trying and keep trying. Though we can only try and hope that things will go on well, the result might not be as smooth as how we want it to be.
After all, the fact that we often feel tired of trying can't be denied. Exactly, that's why when I was too tired of running, I started to walk. Yet, walking uses energy too, right?
In this case, the journey's more than running and walking.
The little girl did run at first and felt tired. She was thinking of stopping as it seemed that everything was useless. Then, she realized that I couldn't stop just like that. She could not give it in and couldn't let it go. With that eager and feeling, she started to walk instead of running or stopping. By gathering some confidence, little by little, she began to jog. Like miracle.. It looks clearer than it ever is. Did it stop hopping around? Did it walk slower? Could she finally wrap it up in her arms?
She could, she wished, she really hoped so. And as a result of my effort, she got it.
Yet, as a human, things were never enough for us. After getting something we adored, we'll instantly need something new as our destiny.
Still running in joy on my path, she slipped and fell. Hurts, it really is. With bleeding legs, she started to stand. But she couldn’t. Her legs were too painful to allow her standing straight. However, she couldn’t let it go. She fell too far for it. Therefore, believing on the ground below her, she crawled. She saw a very beautiful view in her journey and she loved it very much as it’s one of her most gorgeous memory she ever had. By encouraging herself that she’ll get even more if she kept moving on, she still crawling. Hitherto, the road she was crawling on wasn’t as smooth as tiles. It was sometimes bumpy and often hurts her even more.
In the middle of the long road, there’s a cozy and pleasant house. Hence, she paid a visit. There, she was cheered up by the beauty of the house and was given bandages to continue her journey. Only a step out of that house, her skin was torn by a knife that was slightly thrown to her. Not killing, but hurts enough to make her give up.
But she didn’t.
In this case, she was helped by it. Not just stopping, it turned around and gave an eye on her. Imagine how happy she was. As time passed by, her pain became even more aggravating.
Day by day, she became stronger and stronger. Yet, she became very weak when it comes to it. All she wanted is being with it. And what she afraid most was not her pain become worse, but to lose its love.
Its smile cheers her. Its voice gives her joy. Its touch cures her.
She finally got up and started to gallop here and there in joy, with an invisible scar. Things flow beautifully for a while, but it didn’t remain for long. She got feelings that it is walking away from her. Unfortunately, she can hardly run chasing after it. Her arms that use to hold it tight start to lose. Moreover, her eyes are finally opened. It isn’t her very own possession. Hard to accept but that’s reality. Its smile is visible to the others. Its voice can be heard by the others. And its touch can be felt by the others.
…it belongs to everyone.
What she afraid at most starting to show. It’s against her wills, but what can a little girl like her do?
After all, the fact that we often feel tired of trying can't be denied. Exactly, that's why when I was too tired of running, I started to walk. Yet, walking uses energy too, right?
In this case, the journey's more than running and walking.
The little girl did run at first and felt tired. She was thinking of stopping as it seemed that everything was useless. Then, she realized that I couldn't stop just like that. She could not give it in and couldn't let it go. With that eager and feeling, she started to walk instead of running or stopping. By gathering some confidence, little by little, she began to jog. Like miracle.. It looks clearer than it ever is. Did it stop hopping around? Did it walk slower? Could she finally wrap it up in her arms?
She could, she wished, she really hoped so. And as a result of my effort, she got it.
Yet, as a human, things were never enough for us. After getting something we adored, we'll instantly need something new as our destiny.
Still running in joy on my path, she slipped and fell. Hurts, it really is. With bleeding legs, she started to stand. But she couldn’t. Her legs were too painful to allow her standing straight. However, she couldn’t let it go. She fell too far for it. Therefore, believing on the ground below her, she crawled. She saw a very beautiful view in her journey and she loved it very much as it’s one of her most gorgeous memory she ever had. By encouraging herself that she’ll get even more if she kept moving on, she still crawling. Hitherto, the road she was crawling on wasn’t as smooth as tiles. It was sometimes bumpy and often hurts her even more.
In the middle of the long road, there’s a cozy and pleasant house. Hence, she paid a visit. There, she was cheered up by the beauty of the house and was given bandages to continue her journey. Only a step out of that house, her skin was torn by a knife that was slightly thrown to her. Not killing, but hurts enough to make her give up.
But she didn’t.
In this case, she was helped by it. Not just stopping, it turned around and gave an eye on her. Imagine how happy she was. As time passed by, her pain became even more aggravating.
Day by day, she became stronger and stronger. Yet, she became very weak when it comes to it. All she wanted is being with it. And what she afraid most was not her pain become worse, but to lose its love.
Its smile cheers her. Its voice gives her joy. Its touch cures her.
She finally got up and started to gallop here and there in joy, with an invisible scar. Things flow beautifully for a while, but it didn’t remain for long. She got feelings that it is walking away from her. Unfortunately, she can hardly run chasing after it. Her arms that use to hold it tight start to lose. Moreover, her eyes are finally opened. It isn’t her very own possession. Hard to accept but that’s reality. Its smile is visible to the others. Its voice can be heard by the others. And its touch can be felt by the others.
…it belongs to everyone.
What she afraid at most starting to show. It’s against her wills, but what can a little girl like her do?
I ♥ YOU,
Jessy , 17:59.
Jessy , 17:59.
