In front of me stands a man, juggling. He juggles up into the air four balls, Social Life, School, Theatre, and Family. Someone has been watching him for awhile now, and he begins to walk towards the juggling man. The man pulls out a knife, and throws it into the jugglers cycle. The knife is all the problems that juggler will ever have. At that moment the juggler must learn how to perfectly catch the knife, to have it land so effortlessly as if not to cut him. The juggler can't just stop and let everything drop, or even let one of these objects go. He holds in his hands his whole entire life. Drop one, and the rest will fall with it. How many knives can you juggle?
I sit here typing waiting for something to pop into my mind, an idea that maybe will strike up a story of some kind. I guess I Can tell you why I'm writing. I write for life… For the entertainment of hearing the click-clack of the keyboard keys. So I Can look back and think, “Oh that was pretty good” or maybe even cringe at my own writing. Well what to write about? That’s the everlasting question right? Well I Guess i’ve challenged myself to write about my life. So from the beginning.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Life As A Metaphor
Phi Hư CấuMy life story. Yeah, as boring as it sounds. I write not for the entertainment, or for people to read. I write for memorial.
