The Road

It's currently 4:37 a.m. I had a hard time sleeping so I decided I would write this one blog that has been on my mind but I am really tired so this blog wasn't written as well as I wanted it to be. So look out for a revised version later on but for now enjoy :D

O and before I forget, quick shout outs to AUDREY JEON. Umm shes pretty cool and shes nice. Get to know her!

Homeless dogs and cats roamed, searching a hand to be petted by. Mice were sniffing and creeping along the cracked sidewalks, searching for their next meal. All inhabitants were searching- all except for me. I sat there, on the bench, staring into the other side. Others sat beside me- they too were searching. Did I mention these “others’’ are either crippled or blind? In simple terms, they are lost without a sense of direction. So why am I with them? I am a functioning body.

I sit here with them because I am too weak, making me also lost without a sense of direction.

I can’t stop. For years now, I’ve been sitting here doing absolutely nothing besides staring into the other side, only hoping and dreaming.

Between the two sides lays a cement paved road where the cars seems larger than life, where the vroom’s of the engines deafen every ear, and where the smog of the exhaust pipes blind every eye. These cars travel on this road every day, every minute, every second, making it impossible for me to cross.

Unlike the peers around me, I am more pathetic because I obtain the legs to cross but I lack the confidence and the courage to actually try. From a realistic point of view, I am too weak.

I’ve seen people do it before. They crossed the road by simply pushing a button and waiting for a green hand to appear. Then all the cars stop and wait for them to cross. These people inspire me. Why can’t I just press the button?
Maybe, God gave me legs not so I can simply cross the road but so I can to realize that there are people out there, in this world, in this country, in this state, in this county, in the bench that I am sitting on, that don’t have what I have. These people unfortunately are born without legs, or born without the ability to see. Maybe I’m suppose have these legs, and at the same time be weak, in order that I sit alongside this unfortunate people and get to know who they are and soon enough, call them my brothers. But there’s a time when I have to muster enough strength to cross this road, not by myself, but with a crippled brother in my arms, or even leading a blind man across. I may have to make several trips back and forth but just maybe, that’s why I’m here. Maybe that’s my destiny.

Now the question is: will I have enough dedication and will power to for fill my destiny?