Defying the impossibility...
I used to a firm believer that what can't be done, can't be done. Until one point in my life, I started to believe if it can't be done, just make it done. My ideals started to rotate around defying the logic and impossibility. To a certain degree I managed to bear a little bit of fruit, but... there was another wall.
I tried so hard to tear down the wall that was in front of me, and somehow I managed to slash through.
Now I stand here once again, staring at even bigger wall. Once again, I am left with a choice. I can either pick up my pickax and start to break it again, or just turn around and let the wall stare at my back. At this point... I'm not even sure if I have enough strength to even pick up that pickax.... For now I am just standing and staring at how tall it is... Just looking up, throughout night and day, past dawn and the dusk, and just standing reguardless if it's raining or not... Should I take an action and hope that I will get somewhere with it? Should I just think of an efficient way to tear down this wall? Should I even try at all?
To make the matter worse, it's storming. I can feel the rain drops running down my face... Then again, is it the rain drops or my tears...? I can't look down, I can feel the waterlevel slowly reaching my ankle... I do not want to look at it, it won't help me at all. My feet slowly going numb... The water is freezing cold, each time it hits new part of the skin, it brings surge through my entire body. For days, months, years, I don't know any more; I lost track of how long I have been standing here. Now I can't even remember where I left my pickax... I fear I will have to look down once again and realize I am slowly drawning. A little elevated area, I see few faces I knew for a long time. Just a moment of blink, now they are fading away. I feel something forming around my eyes. Tear...? My tear duct was suppose to be dried out long long ago. Finally, somehow I have courage to look down below me. The water's already at my waist... I can see my regrets reflecting on the surface. I certainly cannot see my pickax anymore... The storm is not slowing down any bit. Now I am lost... and slowly diving into water to find my pickax again... What is one to do...? I am completely at loss... What am I to do?
I tried so hard to tear down the wall that was in front of me, and somehow I managed to slash through.
Now I stand here once again, staring at even bigger wall. Once again, I am left with a choice. I can either pick up my pickax and start to break it again, or just turn around and let the wall stare at my back. At this point... I'm not even sure if I have enough strength to even pick up that pickax.... For now I am just standing and staring at how tall it is... Just looking up, throughout night and day, past dawn and the dusk, and just standing reguardless if it's raining or not... Should I take an action and hope that I will get somewhere with it? Should I just think of an efficient way to tear down this wall? Should I even try at all?
To make the matter worse, it's storming. I can feel the rain drops running down my face... Then again, is it the rain drops or my tears...? I can't look down, I can feel the waterlevel slowly reaching my ankle... I do not want to look at it, it won't help me at all. My feet slowly going numb... The water is freezing cold, each time it hits new part of the skin, it brings surge through my entire body. For days, months, years, I don't know any more; I lost track of how long I have been standing here. Now I can't even remember where I left my pickax... I fear I will have to look down once again and realize I am slowly drawning. A little elevated area, I see few faces I knew for a long time. Just a moment of blink, now they are fading away. I feel something forming around my eyes. Tear...? My tear duct was suppose to be dried out long long ago. Finally, somehow I have courage to look down below me. The water's already at my waist... I can see my regrets reflecting on the surface. I certainly cannot see my pickax anymore... The storm is not slowing down any bit. Now I am lost... and slowly diving into water to find my pickax again... What is one to do...? I am completely at loss... What am I to do?