There was once a flower that broke through the icy surface of a woman's heart. It had desired for so long to reach towards the golden sunlight, and turquoise atmosphere. It wondered what it would be like to grow, and be admired.
For what seemed like an eternity, she had been afraid to push forward because the unknown had instilled a deep fear inside of her. After all, there could be potential threats to her existence. More often than not she could hear echoes outside of the icy walls warning her to remain where she was. Eventually the flower knew that if she was to find happiness, she could not remain imprisoned within the walls of a frozen heart. The flower decided to move, push, and break free. She found strength within herself that she did not realize existed. She watched as the pieces of ice shattered into tiny fragments, each with an image of her former self on the surface. The flower grew and it reached out further than it ever had before. Just when the flower had tasted freedom, an icy wind passed and froze it in its place.
"I am a prisoner once again, but I have tasted freedom. The dreams I will dream will sustain me until I can once again build up the courage to break free."
Monday, December 7, 2009
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
A morning drive
I have been thinking about the following incident for a few days now:
It was about 10 years ago at about 7:00am in the morning. I was driving down Baseline Avenue on my way to work when something caught my eye. As I looked to my left, I saw a truck that had crashed into a light post. At this moment time froze. There was a stillness, my mind was quiet. It was obvious that that the driver of the vehicle had died on impact. I will never forget how his face looked smashed up against the steering wheel.
I didn't stop. I continued to drive to work.
I heard the fire engine coming towards the scene of the accident. Initially I reasoned that I would be late for work. However, the real reason was that I could not handle seeing death that close. I have never forgotten the man, nor the images from that day. I looked in the newspaper the following day to find out more about the man. Who was he? Where was he going? Who did he leave behind?
I have never been at peace with my decision to not stop and at least wait with the man until the ambulance/police arrived. I would hope that someone would do the same for me in the event of my demise.
And so here I am years later, reminiscing about a man that didn't know I existed. I am faced with the reality that there is life, and there is death. Sometimes it is very sudden, and rather than be afraid, I should accept it as something that will meet me sooner or later.
It was about 10 years ago at about 7:00am in the morning. I was driving down Baseline Avenue on my way to work when something caught my eye. As I looked to my left, I saw a truck that had crashed into a light post. At this moment time froze. There was a stillness, my mind was quiet. It was obvious that that the driver of the vehicle had died on impact. I will never forget how his face looked smashed up against the steering wheel.
I didn't stop. I continued to drive to work.
I heard the fire engine coming towards the scene of the accident. Initially I reasoned that I would be late for work. However, the real reason was that I could not handle seeing death that close. I have never forgotten the man, nor the images from that day. I looked in the newspaper the following day to find out more about the man. Who was he? Where was he going? Who did he leave behind?
I have never been at peace with my decision to not stop and at least wait with the man until the ambulance/police arrived. I would hope that someone would do the same for me in the event of my demise.
And so here I am years later, reminiscing about a man that didn't know I existed. I am faced with the reality that there is life, and there is death. Sometimes it is very sudden, and rather than be afraid, I should accept it as something that will meet me sooner or later.
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