Abandoned seeds grow into lush gardens, while I count the rocks on other paths, where milestones are vibrant but do not carry my name. I keep running incessantly in the hope of being first on the horizon.
Pathways that miss the soles of my feet play host to temples that consecrate all that I wanted but did not pursue in the false belief that it is not grandiose enough to spell success.
Life is nothing but a series of missed appointments with a Desire to meet Destiny.
Written for Weekend Writing Prompt hosted by Sammi. She asks us to write a piece in 87 words, including ‘appointment’.
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a good piece Reena! 😀 good job on it! Xoxo
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Thank you, Carol!
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Great read, thanks.
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Thank you so much!
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Very thought-provoking, Reena! I think I went a similar left field route as you. Love that last line 🙂
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Thank you, Sunra! You write much better than I do 👏👏
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You’re very kind! I couldn’t possibly agree with that, Reena! ☺️
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Love this! Beautifully written! 💜
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Thank you, Patty!
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