There it was again; another grotesque blotch of black gazed blankly right at her. That was the fourth one. She seemed to harrass the corner of each new sheet of paper she had a grasp on. It was unintentional, yet plainly unappalling. Why would it be a surprise that the pen she held rather awkwardly created nothing but reluctant, heavy strokes? Her eyes possessed a perfect vision of the harrowing, incomplete work before her, but her mind... her mind was envisioning an epic adventure unraveling somewhere far away.
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Day after day, we drive our cars on this long road called Life, passing by breath-taking picturesques of snow-capped mountain tops, grassy green valleys, and golden sand dunes. What happens, though, if we run out of fuel while surrounded by swamps; mangrove roots poking our skins, as the shade of the trees turn into darkness, slowly closing in on us?
Perhaps we could remain, far from civilisation. Solitude, no matter how eerie on hindsight, can seem comfortable with time. Perhaps Perhaps we could end the journey right there and then. The living wonders amongst us could welcome us into their homes, where we could return to our primary of being. Perhaps we seek solace in these ideas, but what about...
Our family we hold close to our heart; who gave up a part of themselves to let us reach this point of the odyssey; who constantly spare a thought and a prayer for us while we drive through these swamps; who would joyously drive along with us once we past this difficult terrain?
Our peers, who face the same gruelling task albeit of varying intensities; some of them simply drove by swiftly; some pressed the gas peddle with cautiously; some were depleted of fuel like we were, but found ways of restarting their engines?
The rest of the world who are at risk of losing someone who could potentially pave the way for awe-inspiring sceneries for others to drive past, or at least inform them of the frightening swamp that looms ahead of the road?
Perhaps these thoughts would be the reason we eventually decide to refuel, re-energise, and revive our voyage on this road called Life.
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Pictures:
1: A gloomy Tuesday morning in school
2: I walked through the school gates on morning and was greeted by the moon
3: Final product of my first stained glass painting
4: A fast-moving train in Hong Kong
5: A random pavement somewhere in Woodlands
6: One of my drafts
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