Hello all you lovely readers!
I would like to begin by apologizing for not updating this past month, honestly speaking, I wasn’t inspired by much. Well the past is the past and now I have decided to start a series called Mind Bites. These will be one-liners or short paragraphs with deep/ quirky meanings and I will post one each week! I hope you all enjoy this! ~ Angie
Who said I was lost? I’m just following the map in my heart.
He handed me the knife firmly, I could feel the difference between the warmth of his skin and the cool touch of the metal. I wasn’t sure if I was afraid or not but the situation was definitely intimidating.
He silently nodded and I walked forward, the knife clutched tightly in my right hand, ready to strike. I headed towards today’s task.
My weapon was sharp enough to do the job quickly but my hands were shaking in fear, If I made a mistake it would all be over.
Taking in a deep breath I took one last step to the counter and quickly began chopping the vegetables, this was my test for becoming a permanent chef at a five-star restaurant and I had to do my best.
Well there you go! Another surprise ending! I hope it was as good as the previous one. Sorry for not posting for so long.
This was based on a quote my father shared with me “If someone hands you a knife, it’s your decision whether you use it to chop vegetables or kill someone”
Today while travelling in the local public transport I saw something that made my day.
A boy who looked around five years old was standing on the side of the street with his mother, carelessly munching on a cracker with the most precious smile on his face.
This sounds pretty normal but the way he beamed was so perfect that I couldn’t help smile as well. This stranger managed to light up my face by doing nothing at all except for enjoying the luxury of a crispy biscuit.
This moment will forever be special to me because amidst the rush of enormous vehicles there’s a little boy who is enjoying the simple pleasures of life to the fullest.
Standing on the edge the sounds are almost inaudible, the hundreds of people seem miles away. All I can hear is the sound of my heart, pumping blood to every part.
The deep abyss lies before me, tempting me to fall in. Into the bone-chilling cool that hurts until you get used to it. I’m so close, so close to loosing myself into a force powerful enough to kill me.
Something in me is afraid but nearly 99% is willing to take the risk and so I do.
Following a gunshot I let myself fall in, headfirst, and there’s a loud sound that replays in my mind until I begin to move, battling the force. Not seeing. Not thinking.
I only stop when I’ve reached a wall. I made it I won the swimming championship!