Never before heard views

 Climbing is a wonderful, yet an insurmountable objective of our life. Everyone starts at the bottom of the staircase, but only a few make it to the top. Some are drained in the process, whereas others are puzzled in the process of doing so- they simply don't know how to.  On 16 February, 2019 I climbed a rock. Just standing in front of the very rock made my heart jump and head throb, although I still did it. Since this was a school trip and we were divided in groups, I was the leader of my group. Being the leader of my group and not going first would mean I am a coward; what kind of leader follows his/her team mates? A leader must act as an example.  After wearing a harness, I stare at the rock. Can you really prove my weakness? Answer: Yes and no.  Just after I started climbing the rock, I realized how hard it was. Taking one step was definitely harder than climbing the Himalayas (and making it to the top). I struggled. Once. Twice.  "If you don't ge...

 The sand blew into my eyes blocking my view of the deep blue ocean. The coastal rocks were constantly under attack (from these aggressive waves). I acknowledge my presence to this beauty and walk onto the shore of the ocean. The waves tickle my feet as a result of acceptance. Touched by this I go deeper in the ocean.  I chuckle; this is funny. Something so wondrous can be so deadly. Go deeper and you'll be digested and left like a single coral reef. Unnoticed. The sound of the ocean can comfort you, but also make you squeeze your knuckles till they turn into the color of your worst nightmare.  I sit by the waves, feeling the cool warmth of the warmth of the water on my back. How did I find myself here? All I wanted was for the Sun kissing my face, as I feel the soft sand embracing my feet; then why? Why do I always end up in this Ocean?  I try to get up, but this force is keeping me down.The same force that has attracted me this Ocean. The same force tha...

    You flutter your alluring wings and rest on my finger. It is indeed beautiful to see you grow from a caterpillar to a breathtaking butterfly. I carefully examine you; motionless so that you stay. (Although, I am afraid you might slip away- if I hold too tight). You need not do anything, just stay here, by my side, to make me happy when I am not.  Be there for me, because I am your equivalent. I am fragile. I snap when someone holds too tight, but on other days, I try. Not everything that falls breaks; you flew and watching you fly has been a blessing to me. Seeing you flutter your colorful wings has given me the feeling of euphoria.  So please stay there for me. The painful truth is that a day will come when your wings shatter and you are no more, but please let me shatter first. Let me tear myself then you can fly away. You try to escape, but I grip harder than before. I'm sorry. I'd rather let you go than tear you apart. Watching you stay even when...