Sunday, October 9, 2011
The trees sway.
The trees sway all the time. But things don't change. Leaves may fall off, but the tree remains. Rooted. Strong. Upright.
Sometimes, the journey seems meaningless only until you reach the final lap. That's when you see the finish line. That's when the fog disappears. That's when realization hits your face like a bitchslap. If you sprint and go past that line, the ordeal ends. There and then.
That, my friends, is the thought that pushes all of us forward. I hope you guys are studying hard. Every one of you. :)
With Love,
