Thursday, January 29, 2009

Roll Call


Trapeze artists show perfect composure. At the height of their long, graceful, winding fall – they dive with passion, compassion and with purpose. Each stride in the air and leap into the unknown is piqued with the pride of trust in the anticipated abysmal nothingness. Yet there is the faith. The knowing smile, the calm eyes, upturned chin showing and the proudly arched back and the nodding head that revels in the knowing - there is a safety net at the bottom.


Days come and go. the shadow of the sun dial chases out the daylight. At the end of even an imperfect day - perfection seeks its head out. Abstinence from regularity is just a wild call away from reality. Wish for some randomness and it truly does seek you. That is something I learnt this year when 26 became more than a step ahead of the quarter mile. I run the main league now and sooner than later, my days might be getting outnumbered already. A-process-too-complicated-to-explain is no longer a guise I can hide behind anymore. Answers are supposed to be coming clearer now. The heart be more in sync with the mind. The knee is supposed to be in place and not wander away and well courage needs to be Dutch now.


It's the year of big realisations. I need to get a grab on the trapeze and fall knowing there is a safety net. If only I could see it...

4 comments:

Harpriya said...

I wish you find you safety net...:-D

Silversand said...

Very well written Miss B.
Hope you find that ever elusive and that much needed safety net this year!
:)

Zedekiah said...

Awww.. zhank u ladies....
hope u always have the safety net :-)keep visiting

Princess Fiona said...

Im loving the analogy! all the best! :)