Smile at the feat you've conquered.Take in the view then close your eyes and feel the wind on your face, soak up the atmosphere-we only get to be here once a year. Now look down on the path you've climbed up,remember the good bits ,the arduous bits and the memorable bits.
Then come those nail biting ten seconds in the countdown . It's time to leave the view, the quiet summit and snap back to reality. It's time to jump.
A sixth of a minute spent free falling through what life threw you in 2010. A sixth of a minute- unbelievable how fast the mind works under pressure...
And then there we are again, back at the bottom of the ladder, at the foot of the hill,at the base of the mountain.
Well there's no point just standing there looking up! Get your shoelaces tightened, stretch your legs and take a deep breath. It's time to start the climb again....
Sunday, 19 December 2010
1. Widen your eyes immediately.( This gives a shocked affect, and the strain of widening makes your eyes water, thus they glaze over into a seemingly awestruck and joyous look)
5. Lastly, the key step. If all else fails or you've messed up the previous steps- go for THE HUG. (This switches the verbal struggle to a physical act of warmth and compassion. They may even take the hug as you not being able to 'put your gratitude into words')
Posted by Roma at 03:10
Sunday, 12 December 2010
Before it would just be 'the day before school' or 'the day left to do all the work on' , but today I've managed to lift the childish cover of these naive ideas, walk through the fog of misunderstanding and finally see the crystal clear,serene brilliance that is the 7th day of the week.
Anyone not yet at this stage, I urge you to pay attention when you open your eyes next Sunday. It's magical...
It's a day to get things done, a helping hand with the workload. It's a day to relax, unwind and regenerate. It's a day that's essential to our society and the very core of our humanity. This day is Sunday, and we must NEVER take it for granted.
Posted by Roma at 16:22
Saturday, 4 December 2010
So the revision was aborted, the textbooks slept scattered on the floor and I enjoyed an evening of elation. The weatherman had saved me. I climbed into bed and slept sweetly in the night's soothing, snowy embrace.
Morning came. I opened my eyes and frowned at the frostiness of my Wednesday morning room and the exams and deadlines that were to follow me that day. But then it hit me. The memory flooded in, warmed me up and I began to grin.
Those heavy white showers that would come dancing down, coating our clothes.
Serene white blankets would be smothering the roads, hushing them into a silent sleep .
Posted by Roma at 18:15