Finding
the beauty in every breath.
An arrow can only be shot by pulling it backward. So when
life is dragging you back
with difficulties, it means it that it's going to launch you
into something great,
so just focus, and keep aiming." -unknown.
I take a deep breath and
am frozen in disbelief as the sound of the arrow hitting its target echoes
around me. My fingers still tingling from the vibrations of the string and bow.
My arms tired from holding it so steady and pulling against the tension of the
string. The more the bow and arrow seemed to resist my pull and break my
concentration, the more I fought to hold myself steady and fight to focus on
the target in the distance. At times it felt as if the target was moving
farther and farther away: out of my reach.
But instead of dropping
my stance and giving up, I merely pulled the arrow back farther, hoping that
when it would be released it would be able to go the distance. But I could only
do so much.
At times I lost sight of
the target and became too weak to hold my grip. At times there seemed to be
obstacles obscuring the arrows direct path. When I was too unsteady and
weakened by the brutalities of CF, there suddenly became several hands pulling
the arrow back and holding my hands steady. When the arrow needed to be shot
further than I could possibly ever reach alone, there was a strong army of
hands drawing the feathered end back and pointing the tip towards the stars:
relieving the pressure and strain from my own fingertips.
Together we let go and
watched the arrow soar. Together we watched as it sailed through the air, not
certain where it would land. Together we held our breath, hoping it would have
enough force to reach its target. But it did. Together we not only hit the
target, we burst through it with such strength. Love to you all.
Together, there's no distance that arrow can't soar.
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