Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2016 10:56:27 GMT -5
“In rivers, the water that you touch is the last of what has passed and the first of that which comes; so with present time.” –Leonardo da Vinci
Sometimes, we try to rush things in life. We want to go our own path, but that isn’t an option. Life is like a river; it takes us where we are lead. My life has been an example of that.
The sun was setting as I trekked along, following the winding, dusty path that led to my temporary home. It danced on my silvery-grey pelt, causing illusions and patterns. Shadows were cast all along the ground, as if they were just waking up to celebrate the night. My pawsteps were heavy, and I was tired. It had been a long day, and I was ready to rest. As I passed by scattered trees on the moorland, my blue gaze flickered to the forest, where I once roamed. Now, it seems, that time is gone. As I continue along my solitary journey, I prick my ears for the familiar sound of running water. The Life River… always continuing its course. Despite the recent events that had happened near there, it still went on, as if nothing had happened.
“I’m still haunted by those memories,” I meow out loud, glaring in the direction of the forest. The River did not respond. Flicking my tail in annoyance, I was relieved when I came upon the abandoned Tallbeast barn that I called home. Not bothering to enter my home, I decided to settle near the door and rest. Indeed, the river kept on running, its course not interrupted. Even if it was blocked, it would find a way to navigate and keep on going.
Indeed, the river did not care of Shellblade’s death by the paws of a JumpingClan warrior, nor did it care that I was accused. It kept on running. “You’re like life,” I said out loud, knowing that the river would listen. “You don’t care what happens. You just keep on going and find a way.” The Life River trickled its agreement. Indeed, I needed to follow its path. Forget Shellblade, Rootstar, and RunningClan. Forget Shellblade’s unborn kits that rested inside of me. Even forget Dullfur and my plot for revenge. I was going to run like the river. I would navigate life without being stopped. I would stumble, I would cry, I would feel anger. I would eventually die, and my course of life be put on hold. But I would not stop. I am Riverheart, and I am unstoppable.
[ There's really not that much to say about this one. Simply, I wrote this originally for a Tuesday Challenge on the original forums, in which I placed 3rd. ]
- Hunter
Sometimes, we try to rush things in life. We want to go our own path, but that isn’t an option. Life is like a river; it takes us where we are lead. My life has been an example of that.
The sun was setting as I trekked along, following the winding, dusty path that led to my temporary home. It danced on my silvery-grey pelt, causing illusions and patterns. Shadows were cast all along the ground, as if they were just waking up to celebrate the night. My pawsteps were heavy, and I was tired. It had been a long day, and I was ready to rest. As I passed by scattered trees on the moorland, my blue gaze flickered to the forest, where I once roamed. Now, it seems, that time is gone. As I continue along my solitary journey, I prick my ears for the familiar sound of running water. The Life River… always continuing its course. Despite the recent events that had happened near there, it still went on, as if nothing had happened.
“I’m still haunted by those memories,” I meow out loud, glaring in the direction of the forest. The River did not respond. Flicking my tail in annoyance, I was relieved when I came upon the abandoned Tallbeast barn that I called home. Not bothering to enter my home, I decided to settle near the door and rest. Indeed, the river kept on running, its course not interrupted. Even if it was blocked, it would find a way to navigate and keep on going.
Indeed, the river did not care of Shellblade’s death by the paws of a JumpingClan warrior, nor did it care that I was accused. It kept on running. “You’re like life,” I said out loud, knowing that the river would listen. “You don’t care what happens. You just keep on going and find a way.” The Life River trickled its agreement. Indeed, I needed to follow its path. Forget Shellblade, Rootstar, and RunningClan. Forget Shellblade’s unborn kits that rested inside of me. Even forget Dullfur and my plot for revenge. I was going to run like the river. I would navigate life without being stopped. I would stumble, I would cry, I would feel anger. I would eventually die, and my course of life be put on hold. But I would not stop. I am Riverheart, and I am unstoppable.
[ There's really not that much to say about this one. Simply, I wrote this originally for a Tuesday Challenge on the original forums, in which I placed 3rd. ]
- Hunter
