In a couple of days I will run through the paper banner that states in bold letters, “ONE MONTH†and I will feel the satisfaction of finishing the race.
Except, when I run through, I’ll discover that the race has not truly ended. As I look down the path, I can see an uninterrupted flow of paper banners that state the oncoming months.
“JANUARY, FEBRUARY, MARCH”
When someone you love dies, the journey to normalcy is long and monotonous. It’s running through banners after banners until the words become a blur and the sound of the starting pistol becomes vibrations that echo out of your ears.
I can understand the concept of the endless race, but I’m afraid that I won’t be able to last through the marathon. I’m afraid that as soon as I stop for a water break, my legs will make way for the fatigue and my body will crumple to the floor with my mind imitating my body.
I’m not afraid of death, but I am afraid of the hopelessness that the endless race delivers.
And I think my endless race might end in another.
3 comments
i so feel this,
except i’m not sure what normalcy is
Nice analogy.
Consider that your part in the race is not to finish/win, but to help those who run with you.
Life is a race, we all run it. To complete the course is what the goal is. How you run it determines the quality of the race.