To write.
The story that mirrors her life. Of the many mirrors in her life.
She increases her pace, bothered by the necessity of a rush. Silently, she laughs at the irony behind Man's life. Reminded once again of an email she received from a friend about God and man,she thought of the children who looked forward to an exciting life of powersuits, snazzy sports cars, champagne and dishes with foreign names that were harder to pronouce than "supercalifragalisticespialodocous". When these people finally do get it, they find themselves longing for the days of the carefree past. Just like herself, she thought.
At the ripe old age of twenty, going twenty-one, she recalled the days of yonder. She and her bosum friend had believed that at the age of twenty-one, one was supposed to own cars, houses and spent the day posing around in Shenton way in a powersuit. Sometimes they imagined they were super career women, other times, little spinsters, living in each other's spare bedrooms. The scenes may change but it was always under the stubby coconut tree by the slope that these dreams were created.
"I can still remember the scent of the grass and the comforting cacophony of sounds coming from the monkey bars," she thought aloud to herself. Wondering how life could be so different from what she had imagined, she unconsciously bit her lips.Tasting blood, she relunctantly stopped chewing on her lips and turned to focus on the road ahead.
"How apt," she thought, concious of the fact that she was at a crossroad, in more ways than one.
dreamt of @ 11:55 pm
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` wordsWorth.
certain quotes from certain places..
"Blessed is the man who perseveres under trials because when he stood the test, he will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love Him." James 1:12
"Oh, nothing can happen more than once,
But all things must happen one day
Over hill and dale, over wood and stream,
My dying voice will blow away... " The Neverending story
"Walk by Faith, Not by sight" 2 Corinthians 5:7
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