The tide is low. The waters crawling like a newborn baby towards the shore. It hits the uneven and ruggedly sculptured rock.It was so weak, leaving it unnoticed.
Life is indeed like a sea. It will always have its season. Now, I’m faced with the difficult season of my life. Like a low tide I am currently crawling. Limped. Bored. No matter how much force I exerted my landing is so weak. So futile. I wanted to paddle the rough waves but my motion is as slow as a turtle.
I need to break the curse. I need to find my way back to the place where I belong. I am not trapped in this four corners of an edifice. When I started looking at the unpainted walls, I’m seeing a bleak future. It makes me uneasy, uncomfortable. Inside the condition is unfriendly. Everyone seemed doing their dirty tricks. I wanna get out. I’m afraid that it will consume my being and drag me to mediocrity.
Like a tide that waits patiently until the next season, I am waiting. I’m waiting until I finally get through this season. I’m just hoping to remain steadfast and focused for me to look at things positively. At the end of the day, it’s my life anyway.
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What do people do in the “waiting” will determine the outcome. You said you hope to be steadfast and focused.
True enough. I’m hoping to stay focused so as not to paddle a different route. 😉
Thank you much for that useful post.