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.