11 July 2012
Pursuing a Mirage
A carrot dangling in front of its face. A perpetual state of taunting. So close. Every footstep encroaching, never sealing the distance. Water on the horizon, rolling hills, an oasis from the monotony of the desert. It remains dry. Fixedly stalking a goal, a misconception. An ideal fantasy looming out of nothingness. Pursing a dream that is only a mirage. Effort amounting to zero, yet blinded by the sight. Humbled. Beaten. Chained to the discipline to keep pressing forward.
Posted by Justin Andersun @ 23:49