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Friday, September 11, 2009

it's a mad rush.
a mad rush to accomplish things, to grow up, to enjoy all the glory and honor that comes in the goodie bag issued to the first five hundred to reach the summit.
the air gets thinner with increasing altitude.
it is onion- paper- thin at the top.
heads spinning stomachs churning, the ones who turn pale from the dizzying blur are left straggling..
but you know what, it is not true that no one cares.
there are people who can take their eyes off the prize, to sit next to you till you feel better, because they know the value in slowing down.
then there are those who ditch the race completely, finding it more meaningful to rest in the secret meadow that they discovered..........

she's not here @

6:14 PM