Yesterday, I was a snail.
I crawled and crawled till I got tired and stopped.
At a particular point I walked to my study window and said looking at the blazing sun "When would the morning come?"
"I want this dark night to be over" I lamented in the sun flooded room.
"I want the shore, like I want my shore right now" cause it felt more like one of those expeditions on the arctic sea to discover a new territory I read about when I was much younger.
'Jesus I'm tired" I stopped and looked at the piece of paper on my post board which contained the last promise He had sent to me just a week ago.
I haven't seen that so I'll keep moving even if my only movement is a crawl, it is enough.
I want to do mighty glossy things but my microwave mentality helps me forget that great cities like Tokyo weren't built overnight.
I want to walk on water, have my name recorded in the book that matters most but sometimes I forget that is not all, there are waves and sea billows I have to press through to meet up with the one who has called me out of my cute little boat.
I want my shore. I want my shore. I want my shore. And this is no rant.
Some days back, a friend of mine looked up angrily from his 'work' and exclaimed 'There's always more work to be done'. I smiled as I said to him in a voice he couldn't hear: That is life, work work work! but we've got to enjoy it.
There would always be a new mountain to climb, a new battle to conquer, and a new race to win. What would keep us relentless is if we see these things as opportunities and not obligations