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Topic: Illustrate the meaning of "Make Hay While the Sun Shines" (without using the actual phrase or literal example). (03/06/08)
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TITLE: A Broken Promise | Previous Challenge Entry
By Wesley de john
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I find that I miss the curious existence that was my childhood where every single breathing moment held wonder for me, even if I was engaged in what I would now consider most dull. Playing hopscotch, making homemade bows and arrows, trekking through the bushes in search of adventure, climbing trees and lying on a gently swaying branch for hours watching the sun set, running in the rain, rummaging through the local car breakers scrap heap for metal ball bearings, or various assortments of car parts, going to watch movies with my family, yes even working (or slaving away as I used to think) at my grandfathers small shop when other children were watching cartoons. These were moments of madness because they were salient to the edge of life itself, I existed on the edge, because I lived according to that very moment and I made the best of each moment that was presented to me, and I looked forward to the next with a bright and burning anticipation! My mind was a wealth not of experience as it is now, but of imagination which is the anti-thesis to experience. In the same way I imagined I heard Father Christmas on top of our roof one Christmas eve, I imagined myself to be all sorts of wonderful things, a superhero, I dreamt, and dreamt, and dreamt that I could fly, I will never, ever forget that sensation, of running along the ground and taking off and actually seeing the ground fall further and further away and become fearful of the height, those were the most vivid dreams I ever had, that was truly the brightest product of my rich imagination.
I dreamt that I flew all over the world, into the cool evening skies, across the vast oceans, whatever place I could imagine, I went there in my dreams. I even entertained a notion at one time that I should discard my silly clothes and take to the jungle in the Congo, and live just like Tarzan, and I believed I could! I imagined myself being stronger than a lion, faster than a cheetah, more agile than an ape, my friends can easily attest to this latter belief as my agility was never challenged as far as being able to climb rapidly up and down a tree was concerned.
We age, that is an inescapable fact, I will never again be 11, or 10, or 15 or 20. The most difficult challenge I had as a young man was to wean myself off my memories and live as an adult without yearning for my childhood, for the innocence and its pure and unadulterated joys. I look forward to the eighty year old man and ask myself what should I expect? An old man whose time has come and gone in the blink of an unknowing eye, who looks back upon another lifetime of memories, or a young man who happens to be eighty sitting in his chair on the eve of his final journey and reflecting not upon the richness of his imagination but rather on the richness of his life, which until that very moment that the last breath has been expunged, lives still!
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I'm not sure how the title fits. Also, try to use more natural words, such as you would speak, maybe even include dialogue here and there.
I like the part of you dreaming to live in the Congo like Tarzan.
This had a good message. Thank you for writing this.