The Finish Line

 

In response to the Daily Post’s “Marathon”

The Marathon in my mind,

engrossed me, oblivious of time passing,

It captured my soul, never letting it escape until,

I crossed the finish line.

The Marathon in my mind,

hoarding my concentration, energy, and life,

overtaking and controlling my senses until,

I cross the finish line.

The Marathon in my mind,

will direct me to places I don’t know,

and will show me the path which I am not sure to take,

I am going to cross the finish line.

Quote Me

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Quote Me.”

Do not take life too seriously. You will never get out of it alive.

    – Elbert Hubbard

This is one of my many favorite quotes. I am a perfectionist, so I come to this quote again and again. Even though it has something to do with life as a whole, I establish this quote in everything I do. I am always in quest of perfection, and this quote has made me realize that I don’t always have to be. The way Elbert Hubbard has said it without too much explanation appeals to me. It is very simple, and I love simplicity. 🙂

Hope

The rubble had enveloped him. It rested on his head. He hesitated to lift it. He was worried that the debris would enter the space that kept him alive. He wanted to yell, but he was afraid that the sound would shake the garbage into the space that kept him alive. He wanted to move his hands and legs, but he was afraid that it would push away the junk that held up the space that kept him alive. After the earthquake, he was afraid of everything. He was too afraid to do anything that would save his life. He suddenly heard a shout and the sound of an ambulance followed. It was coming closer. If he signaled for help, they would find him dead. Yet he moved his hands, moved them in a quick movement, and found hope.

The Sea of Life

“The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach – waiting for a gift from the sea.”

-Anne Morrow Lindbergh

As she walked toward the beach, the wind seemed to tease her. It tasseled her long, black hair and shook her loose clothes. The sand blew under her feet, slipping away, constantly moving like the raging sea not too far ahead. The animals scuttled in the other direction leaving her alone. Even the entrenched rocks seemed to go with them. She walked toward the bubbling and foaming sea, full of courage and confidence. She sat on the wet sand, near the angry sea, concentrating, thinking, as the sea waters went up to her chest. She was still rooted to her ground, as the sea unleashed its fury. Even then, she was able to stand her ground, unlike the others, who might have been bigger than her. As the sea became subtle and calm, all the animals and the rocks came back, as if the storm never happened.