the bamboo is such a fascinating plant. swaying where the wind blows, bending to its will, yet staying grounded and standing still.
i am a bamboo. well grounded. flexible. i am tall yet i know where i stand. i've been humbled yet im still upright. and i plan to continue doing so.
but everything has its limit. storms and cyclones abate. a week and the winds lose their strength or they move away. but what happens when when the battering never ends? mondays are the worst. yet it doesn't get better on tuesdays. unfortunately, like the bamboo i feel rooted, unable to move away. at the moment, i have to stay. til when, i know not. yet the realization that it doesn't always have to be this way gets me going everyday. i know it can be better.
though im at the breaking point, my resignation letter is printed, needing only an effectivity date and my signature, im still holding on. ill keep on swaying where the wind is blowing. cause im a bamboo, the noblest of the grasses.
but keep on the battering and this time i wont even resist. though im not ready to give up, im at the point where it doesn't matter anymore. after all, even the bamboo breaks.
and yes, i can still be a flea. a brave happy flea.
