"The Darkness"
If only it were so simple,
to cruise through life smelling roses;
but the obstacles blacken the countryside,
and we unwittingly crush them beneath our boots.
Dreams sustain us through the madness;
goals give a finish line to our race.
Yet they change with every turn, around every wall,
and remain elusive throughout the quest.
Mistakes are made, and regrets are our luggage;
we will drag them with us to slow us down.
The victories are flashes of light, sudden and unlasting,
which allow us to glimpse the road ahead,
before darkness descends.
Love is bitter, yet it is the food that keeps us alive.
Over and over it fills us up, only to starve us.
The people whom we love shape our destinies and our strengths,
yet leave us cold and alone in the darkness.
There are others trying to race to the end;
occasionally, we bump into one or two.
The bonds we form help us down the path less lonely
but eventually, we lose each other in the darkness.
Alone is not a bad way to be;
it clears your head and focuses you on the journey.
Cherish the short intervals during the quest you have with others,
but be prepared to walk alone in the darkness.
"Lost In The Darkness"
a responce to 'A Clean Well Lighted Place'
As the untold darkness washes over me I feel myself falling deeper and deeper into an eternal place. The days pass like years and I am trapped in a dark abyss of terror and confusion. Although I'm holding everything tightly inside of me, I'm still slowly dying as I try to hold onto my sanity. In the short story, A Clean Well Lighted Place by Ernst Hemingway you will get a good understanding that the littlest of things can bring the light out in anyone.
To begin with, in this story light is referred to as not only something that makes things visible but as something that enlightens or informs. The older waiter embodies light for the café because he simply cares. 'Each night I am reluctant to close up because there may be someone who needs the café,' quotes the older waiter in the sense that the café is 'A Clean Well Lighted Place' that acts as a sanctuary to people like the old man.
While the café itself is bathed in clear emitting light sometimes lonely souls can get caught in the unspeakable darkness. "You should have killed yourself last week," quotes the younger waiter basically meaning that the way the old man is living his life now is no life to be living at all. As the old man sits on a bar stool and drinks his Brandie he's lost in a place of confusion and terror and the only thing that's pulling him through is the engaging aura of the older waiter and optimistic beaming light of the café.
Although you may not think so, one little act of kindness can go such a far way, it’s the little things that matter to people. For example the older waiter cares just enough to keep the café open as long as he feels there’s someone who needs it. He is reluctant to close up each night because he knows that the café is ‘A Clean Well Lighted Place’ that is meant for people like the old man to go and get rid of their problems and fears, a place out of the horrifying darkness.
'Track'
As you’re standing in your lane a surge of nervousness washes over you. You look back at your friends who are ready to cheer you on in the bleachers. The easy to say words run through your head over and over 'I can do this!'
“RUNNERS SET”
By now you have adrenalin rushing through your veins, you’re ready.
“BOOM”
And you’re off to the startling sound of the gunshot. With the baton in hand you can’t let your team down. When your sprinting it feels like nothing else in the world matters, every word that your coach screams at you seems as if it’s in slow motion. The only thing on your mind is winning.
…Yeah right! This is how it’s supposed to be. Home meets are supposed to be way easier then away meets but for me it’s the other way around. I get extremely nervous easily and having a bunch of people I knew in the stands put me over the top. I was scared out of my mind. As I was running I got a horrible start and the only thing going through my head was ‘EVERYONES WATCHING ME’ It ended up that when I was passing the baton it dropped and I almost fell on my face.. I felt like my life was over.
Lesson learned. You can’t let your nerves get to you. Your friends will still be your friends even if you mess up. Getting nervous is just one of those little things in life that we all just have to get over.
