It’s not long before the starting begins, so I need tor ace on ahead and try and see something on the distance. Where is my focus when I need it? It’s not here. Ahead is hard to see. I have to keep on pushing on. There’s so much to do and so little time in which to do it, and all the work just keeps on piling on. I need to be careful so as to not lose myself within all of it. If I do, then it’s going to be pretty difficult to surface. Just need to keep on pushing on, as they say.
Well, I do. There’s a thick sandstorm around me. The granules of sand seem to whip and claw at my being, but I keep on pushing onward. I need to keep on going. Maybe I’ll need to crawl. Really not sure at the moment. For now, I can stand, so I keep on walking ahead. Shield my eyes. Keep on pushing forward.
It gets thicker, but I don’t stop. I don’t slow down. I just keep on going. Need to do so. Need to get to whatever it is. Need to find a way before the starting begins. The starting is inevitable, but there is preparation that can be done so as to prevent it from being a surprise and turn it all into a non-event. That’s the whole idea, after all; turn the whole thing into a non-event and keep on going as though there was nothing to be worried about in the first place. Can I do it? Can I prevent the smothering? I don’t know.
Just keep on going, no matter how it hurts. Keep on pushing on. Need to keep on driving into the heart of the matter and pierce through to the other side so that I can say that the resolve is there. The resolve to keep on going is there and it’s okay to be weak. It’s okay to slow down once in a while but you have to keep on pushing through the storm, no matter how impossible and insurmountable it might seem. There is always a way out. There is always a solution and maybe it might take a while, but it’s there and it can be found and I can reach it, but I need to push on forward. Even if crawling, I need to keep on pushing forward so I can find that which I am seeking.
The sand thickens and moves past faster and more furiously. Still, I will not be halted. I will keep on going and do my best to reach that which I seek. I will do my best to keep on pushing on.
Despite how much the storm wants to rage, I can see an exit. I can see something that is revealing itself to me and it’s almost within my reach. There’s not much longer before the start, but the exit and leap into preparation is much closer.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:41:96
Kind of a reality fiction wrapped in a merely okay metaphor.
I think my personal life is seeping in a little too much.
Written at work.