Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Running Away
Running Away.
As a child, I hated losing. Losing was on my number one list of dislikes. Hence, in order to ensure 100 percent victory in everything, I trained to my best ability to be nothing but the best, the elite of the elites and the leader of the leaders. To me, failure was never an option, failure meant shame, disgrace and dishonor. To lose to anybody was not allowed. If you were defeated, the expected was to win and ensure that the enemy was completely destroyed If something slipped out of your grasp, the expected was to hunt it down. Even if it meant going to the ends of the earth to retrieve it.
As a child growing in a competitive world, I was trained to be a warrior. Not one in physical strength but one in which requires a higher mental ability. I was trained to be like a mangrove tree, to survive in where others failed. I was trained to be as versatile as a chameleon, to be able to change and adapt according to the situation. To summarize, I was trained to be a success because no matter how people sugar coat their words or rephrase it, the truth will not waiver and will still remain as clear as day that a failure will never gain respect.
As a child I always held my head high at my accomplishments, I managed to always attain what is mine. I have a nick name in my family called the 'Eaglet' when asked why they would reply saying that just like how an eagle does not give up once it caught sight of it's prey, when I lay my eyes on something, until it's accomplished I will definitely not back down.
Enemies? Of course I do have them. But unfortunately, I have either crushed all of them or they were to insignificant to be remembered.
However, there is one that I will admit as a worthy opponent. She has always been able to escape from my clutches and no matter how hard I try to plot and scheme in hope to overtake her, I will always find myself a few steps slower than her. It was like she was able to understand my thought pattern and time and time again she was able to pull another trick to slip away from my grasp.
She was a constant pain, often making me go through countless of sleepless nights just to catch up with her. But just like a cheetah, her uncanny speed ability would always give her the upper hand.
Our chase is just like those cartoons where a cat and a mouse are in constant dispute and pursuit - it was never ending. The ability to quickly run away from anything who try to control her makes more people desire to overpower her, but at the end of the day, all efforts will prove futile as she emerges the victor time and time again.
She's like a fugitive with the authorities closing up on her. She was always on the run. She never stop for a breath neither does she stop for a break. Perhaps it is all wired within her. This horrible personality that refused anybody to touch her much more hold her. She was always on the run. Not only from me but also from the wants of other men.
While growing up, I was always unable to stand the fact of her slipping away from me time and time again. It was infuriating and a deep blow to my ego. I can't believe that I was defeated by this lady.
But as I grew up, I realized that in life there are and will be things that will never be attained by the likes of men. Some things in life will always be on the run and will never stop for anybody to embrace them. She was an example.
After all, just like how time and tide waits for no men, she will similarly not wait for me and continue to run away.
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I will never be able to catch up with her, my precious Time. I will never be able to hold her and stop her from moving on. But now I know, it's not the time that matters but the memories left behind by it that counts. Time will always continue running away from us, but the memories will always remain within our grasp.
~.~.~.~
Authors note:
Dk if this is considered a compo... Lolol. This isn't rlly a compo that will be marked but I saw it on one of my papers and this immediately clicked to me and I thought that it would be so totally awesome to write it. There's again no plot to this. Written within 2days
Edit: I was scared nobody could guess that what I was referring to was actually Time itself hence I added the last paragraph. ¶ 5:22 PM
As a child, I hated losing. Losing was on my number one list of dislikes. Hence, in order to ensure 100 percent victory in everything, I trained to my best ability to be nothing but the best, the elite of the elites and the leader of the leaders. To me, failure was never an option, failure meant shame, disgrace and dishonor. To lose to anybody was not allowed. If you were defeated, the expected was to win and ensure that the enemy was completely destroyed If something slipped out of your grasp, the expected was to hunt it down. Even if it meant going to the ends of the earth to retrieve it.
As a child growing in a competitive world, I was trained to be a warrior. Not one in physical strength but one in which requires a higher mental ability. I was trained to be like a mangrove tree, to survive in where others failed. I was trained to be as versatile as a chameleon, to be able to change and adapt according to the situation. To summarize, I was trained to be a success because no matter how people sugar coat their words or rephrase it, the truth will not waiver and will still remain as clear as day that a failure will never gain respect.
As a child I always held my head high at my accomplishments, I managed to always attain what is mine. I have a nick name in my family called the 'Eaglet' when asked why they would reply saying that just like how an eagle does not give up once it caught sight of it's prey, when I lay my eyes on something, until it's accomplished I will definitely not back down.
Enemies? Of course I do have them. But unfortunately, I have either crushed all of them or they were to insignificant to be remembered.
However, there is one that I will admit as a worthy opponent. She has always been able to escape from my clutches and no matter how hard I try to plot and scheme in hope to overtake her, I will always find myself a few steps slower than her. It was like she was able to understand my thought pattern and time and time again she was able to pull another trick to slip away from my grasp.
She was a constant pain, often making me go through countless of sleepless nights just to catch up with her. But just like a cheetah, her uncanny speed ability would always give her the upper hand.
Our chase is just like those cartoons where a cat and a mouse are in constant dispute and pursuit - it was never ending. The ability to quickly run away from anything who try to control her makes more people desire to overpower her, but at the end of the day, all efforts will prove futile as she emerges the victor time and time again.
She's like a fugitive with the authorities closing up on her. She was always on the run. She never stop for a breath neither does she stop for a break. Perhaps it is all wired within her. This horrible personality that refused anybody to touch her much more hold her. She was always on the run. Not only from me but also from the wants of other men.
While growing up, I was always unable to stand the fact of her slipping away from me time and time again. It was infuriating and a deep blow to my ego. I can't believe that I was defeated by this lady.
But as I grew up, I realized that in life there are and will be things that will never be attained by the likes of men. Some things in life will always be on the run and will never stop for anybody to embrace them. She was an example.
After all, just like how time and tide waits for no men, she will similarly not wait for me and continue to run away.
[edit]
I will never be able to catch up with her, my precious Time. I will never be able to hold her and stop her from moving on. But now I know, it's not the time that matters but the memories left behind by it that counts. Time will always continue running away from us, but the memories will always remain within our grasp.
~.~.~.~
Authors note:
Dk if this is considered a compo... Lolol. This isn't rlly a compo that will be marked but I saw it on one of my papers and this immediately clicked to me and I thought that it would be so totally awesome to write it. There's again no plot to this. Written within 2days
Edit: I was scared nobody could guess that what I was referring to was actually Time itself hence I added the last paragraph. ¶ 5:22 PM
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