on the tram. where i think.
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
flashback
Stale rubber and rustic soil. The stench was very much bearable considering that all my focus was riveted on that round piece of blue sky. With the final tyre to overcome, I pushed with all of the five years I had in me. Finally, all eight tyres conquered. Victory was rewarded with a gust of fresh air, a much wider view of the school playground and a smile that formed naturally. Nevertheless, as predictable as it seemed, the peak was already occupied. Seated contentedly was a larger boy. His beady eyes instantaneously locked into mine with an aura of angst.
"Get down."
I looked around. Tried to make sense. The wheel was large enough.
"Share?"
"Get down." He looked ready to pounce.
There still was not any sense that I could decipher. Then Courage and I pulled myself up and sat down opposite of him. This time, my eyes locked into his.
"Share."
He responded with pushes that spoke of intentions in causing me to fall. Could have cried for a teacher, but Courage told me to just keep holding on tight. The futile shoving turned to scratching and pinching. The urge to cry was unbearable. I knew my arm was bleeding, but a Voice told me to forget the pain. All I did was look into his eyes with unexplainable sadness.
'Why doesn't he understand?'
Momentarily, he paused and gazed down at my ravaged, bruised and bloody arm. He never looked up into my eyes again which continued to stare with intensity. Gingerly, he climbed down in uncanny defeat. In a daze, I settled down on the top tyre, wiped my arm, looked into the sky, and cried.
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but gradually.. i'm starting to realise that life isnt all about the dramatic changes in between. its about the connecting the dots between the past and the present.
step back and see the forming a beautiful picture of life.
are you willing to connect the dots? or does it hurt too much?
t