It isn't easy. But he did it.
And when he succesfully pulled it off, we branded him insane. Mentally unstable. Even I.. cussed him.
"bloody Hell!" i said.. How can he do that! He won't survive. "He's Screwed!"...
"dug his own grave"... "He'll definitely come back crying"!
He never came back
So here i am standing, alone, well, almost... looking up and begging HiM, to send me an angel.
To help me pull off, a Mental Mike. Toughest job, but over time, the best self rewarding satisfaction you can ever have.
And i'm all set to jump, but i'm afraid to take the dive. I knwo at the bottom, it is a smooth and comfort landing. Everything is set perfectly to break my fall. But, the period after the dive and before the landing is what scares me.
I do believe along the way, there are are beautiful sceneries to look at; to keep myself calm. But i also know that the moment i dive, i will shut my eyes. And if i do, the journey down, will be full of assumptions and fake hopes. And as mentioned, although the land below is a bed of roses w/o thorns, the journey eyes shut, is like hustling thru a weed farm!
(Weed : in a general sense is a plant that is considered by the user of the term to be a nuisance)
Well, Mental Mike, if you're out there somewhere, bless me.
I'm about to replicate your greatest act.
**Public Announcement : Don't try to understand this piece, this ain't a swan song, this is the CrowSquawk.
Its kinda confusing... Mental Mike..
ReplyDeleteyet, i'm still finding the inner reasons for all your acts... ;)