The same feeling of sandy salt clogging my nose and ears
Of my feet feeling for support and kicking...nothing
Only now, my hand doesn't just reach air
I can see everyone flying just above the foam
But they cannot see me
It's not a twisted trick. It's meant
For me to face my inadequacies in utter loneliness
Its just me. And This.
Like my deeds will
Be on That Day
*Something written by JK Rowling in the Harry Potter series.
On other matters:
I imagine rejection as you're on Real Madrid and you love ur team and the dynamics and the game. And then all of a sudden you get relegated to Bafana while the whole of the rest of the team gets to go to AC Milan. How are you supposed to face them or the game then.
The Soft Embrace of Forever
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You will surface, because you can, because you want to, beacause this is what you want.
These are choppy waters, but those swimming lessons you took long, long ago, they were not for the recreational swims in a suburban pool, they were for the just-in- case you find yourself alone in an unrelenting ocean. And remember all that you learned back then, it wasn't just about the movement of your arms and the position of your feet kicking for impetus, it was also, learning when to lift your head from the water and breathe.
LOL @ your analogy. I hate rejection,
ummm maybe kill the coach or the person who gave you the designated Bafana post?
wow that is some kickass analogy!
kay. breathe. when i wrote that i just couldn't. i was in panic mode, when ur sure you arent going to survive and just wish it could get over quickly. but i'm breathing now. and my strength is bound to return soon...
azzy i'm trying to understand it. i've never cared enough to feel rejected but its happening to people close to me now and i really would like to understand
seher hmmm the drowning in the tide one or the soccer one? thanks!!
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