airabuyu13
12/16/08, 06:52 PM
60 days, 8 weeks, 2 months.
past what used to be, and onto what is.
as i move away from old chains that used to hold me back,
and move towards a clean slate, a new path.
it has been work:
second after second of the struggle and the strife
day after day as grudging as the last,
and week after week of the ever-incessant holding on...
an endless race to an invisible finish.
is it even worth it in the end?
what's the gain in a prizeless match?
pride? confidence? overwhelming self-righteousness?
none of these? some of these? all of these?
but it is all worth it.
it is all so very worth the time, the effort, the push.
all of these intangible things are necessary for the progress,
the moving on, the moving forward,
and the moving up.
the rising above from faulted habits, and false solutions,
from earthly desires and mundane wants.
there is no quick fix for a slow problem.
there are only big solutions... big answers... big ideas.
love.
time.
work.
together, together,
they make it worth the struggle.
they make it worth the pain.
they make it worth the nights
that never seem to end...
that grab you, that strangle you,
that steal every last remaining drop of will from your body
until there is nothing left.
until there is only empty.
until you are all alone.
and here,
here, is where you learn,
you cannot do this on your own.
past what used to be, and onto what is.
as i move away from old chains that used to hold me back,
and move towards a clean slate, a new path.
it has been work:
second after second of the struggle and the strife
day after day as grudging as the last,
and week after week of the ever-incessant holding on...
an endless race to an invisible finish.
is it even worth it in the end?
what's the gain in a prizeless match?
pride? confidence? overwhelming self-righteousness?
none of these? some of these? all of these?
but it is all worth it.
it is all so very worth the time, the effort, the push.
all of these intangible things are necessary for the progress,
the moving on, the moving forward,
and the moving up.
the rising above from faulted habits, and false solutions,
from earthly desires and mundane wants.
there is no quick fix for a slow problem.
there are only big solutions... big answers... big ideas.
love.
time.
work.
together, together,
they make it worth the struggle.
they make it worth the pain.
they make it worth the nights
that never seem to end...
that grab you, that strangle you,
that steal every last remaining drop of will from your body
until there is nothing left.
until there is only empty.
until you are all alone.
and here,
here, is where you learn,
you cannot do this on your own.