Sunday, January 29, 2012
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
My feelings were running a marathon and hit a brick wall because they misjudged their distance. And since I was all ready to keep running, I stood back up and tried to find a way over, under or around the wall. Sometimes I kicked and screamed and cursed the wall, sometimes I grabbed a rope and climbed with the determination I had never seen, other times I stood and stared at the wall thinking, there has got to be a way to move this damn thing out of my way. But what happened was, I found myself sitting on the ground, with my back leaned up against the cold bricks, shaking my head and screaming STUPID WALL.
I guess that not all brick walls are made to be broken down, or gotten around. Some times walls are put up to show you that you need to turn around and run the other way.