Eagle
21st November 2011, 17:20
As I was traveling along my very familiar pathway I noticed some strange things started to happen.
The grass that was always greener on the other side was the same color.
The people that I knew so well had almost become complete strangers.
The road I had been running on was no longer smooth and straight, there were pot holes and fences that I hadn’t seen before.
The old familiar road signs had started to fade and I found myself lost in the place I had been before.
In the space of a few short steps I had found that my outlook and surrounding had completely changed, where once I was sure and confident about my destination, now I was confused and curious as to why this had happened to me. Everyone around me was going by but didn’t see that I was stopped in the middle of the road. So intent were they to get to their destination that they failed to see the others stopped as well. As I began to ask around I noticed that the race no longer seemed important and that I had been missing the beautiful scenery around me.
What a fool I had been to miss such a beautiful place, what had I missed all this time in fighting to stay in the race. As I began to talk to those around me one of them said he had been at the end but that there was no end but rather it circled back to the beginning, and that the runners were just starting over.
Suddenly a runner tripped and fell in front of me going down hard, none of the runners noticed and I saw that soon she would be trodden under foot. I pulled her out of the way just in time and proceeded to bring her to her feet, but before a thank you could be exchanged she was gone off and running again, but not before I noticed her eyes.
What I had seen shook me to my core as I remembered those eyes, unlike those around me who had stopped to enjoy the view, so full of life and love, hers were empty and void, no life, no love, just fixed straight ahead.
There were others that soon joined the little crowd that had gathered and we began to wonder what it had all been about, when at that moment we noticed a small cottage off to the side, a simple little thing but unique in its construction and warm to the touch. When we knocked on the door a kind old man greeted us and bade us come in, it seems that some of his wayward children had finally come home.
What a funny little thing life is.
The grass that was always greener on the other side was the same color.
The people that I knew so well had almost become complete strangers.
The road I had been running on was no longer smooth and straight, there were pot holes and fences that I hadn’t seen before.
The old familiar road signs had started to fade and I found myself lost in the place I had been before.
In the space of a few short steps I had found that my outlook and surrounding had completely changed, where once I was sure and confident about my destination, now I was confused and curious as to why this had happened to me. Everyone around me was going by but didn’t see that I was stopped in the middle of the road. So intent were they to get to their destination that they failed to see the others stopped as well. As I began to ask around I noticed that the race no longer seemed important and that I had been missing the beautiful scenery around me.
What a fool I had been to miss such a beautiful place, what had I missed all this time in fighting to stay in the race. As I began to talk to those around me one of them said he had been at the end but that there was no end but rather it circled back to the beginning, and that the runners were just starting over.
Suddenly a runner tripped and fell in front of me going down hard, none of the runners noticed and I saw that soon she would be trodden under foot. I pulled her out of the way just in time and proceeded to bring her to her feet, but before a thank you could be exchanged she was gone off and running again, but not before I noticed her eyes.
What I had seen shook me to my core as I remembered those eyes, unlike those around me who had stopped to enjoy the view, so full of life and love, hers were empty and void, no life, no love, just fixed straight ahead.
There were others that soon joined the little crowd that had gathered and we began to wonder what it had all been about, when at that moment we noticed a small cottage off to the side, a simple little thing but unique in its construction and warm to the touch. When we knocked on the door a kind old man greeted us and bade us come in, it seems that some of his wayward children had finally come home.
What a funny little thing life is.