The Sky never was the Limit...with God

Ramblings and reflections of one growing in stature and wisdom and in his walk with God :)

12:40 PM

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Etched by Isaac

The boy took up his pen stared at his paper. Little did he know that he would soon be causing a major disruption in the humongous hall chock-full of candidates who were busy scribbling down their answers as brainwave after brainwave hit them.

Time passed.
Tick tock... tick tock..

"Just one more question!" his innards screamed.
Then it was all over. Over before anyone could blink. The paper was finished.

The boy put his tool of the trade, his pen, down on the table. And stared at his paper, now completely answered. Whether those answers would be the correct ones or not, he didn't know, and didn't really care either. All he knew was that it was over. And so he jumped from his seat and from the depths of his lungs came a deafening bellow of "YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Heads turned and eyeballs swiveled to see what menace had entered the freezing hall.

Invigilators came running to apprehend the root of the problem.

The boy stopped yelling and started looking very guilty.

They took him by the arms and marched him off to the Front of the Hall, where they made him issue a public apology for what he had done.

His head hung down, mouth drooping, utterly downcast. It was the end of life as he would ever have known it. It was the end. The end.

It didn't matter that he had studied his heart out to understand all the complicated concepts. Neither did it matter that he had sacrificed all his free time. All that came but to naught. Nil.

That was that. And that was all. The end. It was totally over.

Those in the hall would look back on that fearful day which a student screamed his heart out after finishing an examination paper, and in retrospect, would have felt guilty for not coming to his appeal.

For what wrong is it to express one's self once in a while?
There is nothing.

But injustice is highly prevalent. And no mere mortal can comprehend the catacombs of the eccentric nature of society, thus we bow to pressure, to conform to an idealistic view of us people, to satisfy the hunger of the media for greater stories, for greater dreams and visions. We hang on.

But to what avail?

That, my friend, is the question frustrating us.
But it is entirely OK to let it go. To let it out. To leave it be. To let it go. To keep it in. To say nothing ever
happened. To build up a volcanic eruption like Eyjafjallaj√∂kull or to let it come out naturally.


It is okay. It is okay to break down once in a while. It's okay to cry. It's okay to say you're sad. It's alright. 




For dreams and visions maketh the man but hard work, successes and failures make them come true.


And that.. is a question for another day.

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p.s. all characters here are purely fictional and this is mere blogging. exam stress.

2 opinions:

sarahsue said...

HAHA! =D

Isaac said...

laugh all you want. =P
when i read it i laugh too. hahahah! =)