When I was a child, I participated in a race. Before I could cross the finish line, I fell. I gathered myself and pledged that I’ll never run again.
The fear never left me. Whenever I had to run, I did it half heartedly, told myself that I’m above the race.
That until, I was in one, and I could see the finish line. I could almost touch it, I was this close. A few more steps would have tripped me on the other side. But falling has somewhat become my thing. Ran out of luck just a few steps short of finish line.
Only this time, I won’t pledge to stop. This time I’ll gather myself and start where I left off. This time I’ll cross the finish line.
They bid farewell to one another, sidehugs and kissess. A hot summer day. An overwhelming afternoon.
Until again. They all promised. And parted.
They were both in love, or so they thought. He, always a little more than her. She, always falling short. They both stood, ready to part.
What is it about life that can’t let you stay? Can’t let you squeeze and hold tight, while the whole world goes about its business. It doesn’t really matter if you don’t want to play, life’s intervention will budge in like an unplanned middle child. Exhilarating and appalling, and one that has to stay. Are we really living a life, or are we an experimental group for someone observing the act of life?
He held her close. She closed her eyes, and took a deep long breath. Somehow she wanted this moment to be stretched however long was permitted. He kissed her on forehead, Until again, he whispered. And deep down she knew, it was a promise they won’t be able to keep.
Accidents lead to wounds. Wounds lead to scars and scars will always remind you of the pain from your wounds.
None of it is voluntary or under your control. And no matter what someone tells you, this is the brutal truth and the reality behind suffering.
But how this pain shapes you, is what you yourself determine. This is not involuntary, this is a conscious choice. And if you’re not making it, then you’re making a mistake.
So you choose today, the direction you want to walk in. Internalise, one of my favourite movie quotes from Ghost Rider:
“If you don’t make a choice, the choice makes you.”
I like to wear my scars. Because they remind me of what can be overcome. They remind me to be humble, because only when you tone down the shouts of your ego, can you really appreciate the subtle tone of life. You don’t even know it, but the most profound lessons are registered by your mind when the silence within you resonates with the silence outside.
About part 2: I’m currently working on a surprise. I’m redoing one of my room walls, its a little token of thanks to myself for choosing to fight, and for allowing the faith to be stronger than my fears.
Open to gratitude and gladness. Explore what these experiences are like, and keep them going. Gently help them become as rich and intense as possible, filling your whole body. Open to related feelings such as joy, ease, or fulfillment. Embody gratitude and gladness by smiling, bouncing up and down in delight, softening your face, or reaching your arms out to the world.
I’m challenged by This Girl’s Got Curves to the Seven Days Seven B&W Photos Challenge. This challenge is to post seven black and white photos, no people, no explanation, of everyday life for seven consecutive days. Challenge one new blogger each day.