I am to some extend sullen about how truth is
not prince charming on the white arabian horse, but the endless and
dangerous road on which he rides. Now that I come to conclusion with
what I really need, it doesn't take weight off my back and make me as
light as a firefly in the warm winds of August, in fact I feel like I'm
running out of oxygen in high summer when the race has just begun.
I need to
train my lungs, my soul, my flesh. I need to be brave to ride that road
no matter what kind of wild animal approaches from behind and no matter
how ridiculous and unaccepted I feel. There's no god hovering upon my
choices anyway, I can only claim them on my own, and then maybe the
angels will witness my good efforts and wield a sweet little bow.
//09.11.12
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