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Do you turn?

There was a jungle full of roots and thorns and swamps and danger. A forest of destruction and emotional deforestation. I slowly navigated it. Sometimes going in circles. Sometimes moving forward. I marveled each time a root caught my foot. What was it that kept it growing over years and years buried deep inside a dark, quiet place? I caught my breath when fear gnawed its way inside and pushed me to turn and run. But I never turned and I never stopped.

The urge to cross over, to transcend, to transform, always pulled me like the earth's gravity.

And then I saw the sunlight catch the dew and I knew it was over.

What do you do when all the questions are answered, when you walk through all the ugly underbelly and face all the angriest demons?

Does self awareness become the cover up? Do you finally turn in any direction? Does realization make you different?

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  1. Anonymous17 January 2015 at 22:48

    I would have loved to be the Forest Officer there...;-)

    Emotional Deforestation.... I love the metaphor. Brilliant.

    And this time, I won't draw upon Isabel Allende. Instead, I will quote Richard Bach, "How do you know if there you have exhausted all questions? If you are alive you haven't."

    AnL,

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  2. Zoya Brar17 January 2015 at 22:56

    AnL, you were the forest officer in this case.

    Also, does this suffice for the 'what I have learnt about myself' exercise? :P

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  3. Anonymous17 January 2015 at 23:25

    Don't know if this does suffice for the "what have I learnt about myself" exercise....

    But it does suffice for the what I have in learnt about you exercise... And that is... My next project is to get you to speak in English

    AnL

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