You’re like nothing else to me but a shipwreck that’s full of mystery… the one that is quite you who’s been brought to me by the winds, by the waters, by the flames. We’re on the same ground now. We’re under constant storms… the one that is quite us who are both haunted by love that has not been chanted.
You are such the most symbolic form of sweetness. Most of them would think that I am composed of the bitter sands stirred in saltwater which when tasted, sour; yet you melted that belief. I could feel through you the shivers that make me feel comfortable even in the darkest hours. I could see a thousand colors in the dash of your existence. I could hear the painful music that would make me sway and forget all the hatred I have for myself. The world seems so alive while the other side is dead – but is striving to survive.
“I must say a word about fear. It is life’s only true opponent. Only fear can defeat life. It is a clever, treacherous adversary, how well I know. It has no decency, respects no law or convention, shows no mercy. It goes for your weakest spot, which it finds with unnerving ease. It begins in your mind, always … so you must fight hard to express it. You must fight hard to shine the light of words upon it. Because if you don’t, if your fear becomes a wordless darkness that you avoid, perhaps even manage to forget, you open yourself to further attacks of fear because you never truly fought the opponent who defeated you.”
― Yann Martel, Life of Pi
Credits to Mr. Ronn Arada.
Yes, that’s me. I’ve always been a part of the Annual Athletic Meet and Cross Country Race. Competitions like these are not only about running. -And to define such, will require me a myriad pages to fill in. It has always been so poetic, so nostalgic; because for me, it is the kind of love you fight for. It is the kind of love you play hard during the day and write about at night. It is the kind of love for an opponent who taught you to never stop.
The truth is: in my every battle, nobody else is an enemy. Striving to express what I’ve got is losing a part of who I am yesterday. It just gets better each time. Fiercer. No fear.
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