could it be that the hands of life, the thing responsible for conjuring existence itself, is playing with me again? it's true, it is really hard for me to move on after yesterday. i'm still trying to make sense of it all. i'm still trying to make ammends with the events that unfolded in my timeline that was april 15 2010.
is it possible that my ego has blown out proportions again that whoever's in charge decided to trim my horns? i've always thought that i've grown tame and realistic, more grounded, when i decided to divert my river's course here in this tiny dot. i mean i've been humbled to an extent i could not even have imagined. my river was flowing smoothly; not deep i would say but it was meandering smoothly. til i hit yesterday's date. i reached a waterfall.
and fall i certainly did. shamed with something i've always thought i was good at. in reality, i was forced to stare at my proud soul and made to admit that i'm not good enough. the realization of it hit me like the strength of the water cascading from Angel Falls. there was no denying the acceptance of my folly.
i am a twig floating in my river. and yet again, i am slapped by reality, probably for trying to think of myself being more than a twig. what a lowly and sad predicament to be in. suits a twig...suits me.
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