Hunger gnaws at me, tearing my insides apart. I should
venture out for a nibble, a bite, a snack. Yet, I remain rooted, lost in a
world that is not my own. Stuck between reality and nonexistence, I balance on
a dew drop and one wrong move will cause my fall.
In one hand, I juggle the steal balls of work, family, and
health. In the other, I juggle the flaming swords of writing, friends and
recreation. As balls and swords intermingle in the air I hop between the thin
wires of Mom, Writer, Manager, and Myself. All while blind folded. And such is
my life, a never ending acrobatic extravaganza!
Sometimes I can manage with extraordinary dexterity. But every
now and then, a ball with fall or a flaming sword will cut deep and the whole
she-bang will come crashing down around me. I will fall into a pit of unknown
doubts and nothing will come from it for a while.
But always I pick up the balls and swords, climb out of the
pit and with a deep breath begin again.
Today, I feel on the brink of a fall, my reaction times are
slowing and I catch the juggle with sweating finger tips. My shoes are wearing
thin from the sharp wires. Should I keep up as I have been, knowing the pit
awaits me? Or should I make my way to the edge, and take a break for a little
while?
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