A Walk in the Park

I have been taking a walk in the park the past 5 years.

5 years?!?!

Where exactly have I been?

Did I get lost in a labyrinth? Well, I don’t remember meeting Minotaur.

Did I prick my finger and fall into a deep slumber? I guess not, as I do not recall a prince who kissed me out of the grasp of the sandman.

Did I step into a crack in the fabric of time and was teleported into the future? I don’t think so. Most definitely did not jump off the Brooklyn Bridge.

I would like to think that I took an extremely long path. It was the path that was ahead of me 5 years ago, welcoming and bright, inviting, promising.

My walk for the past 5 years had been very interesting. There were times where I walked through the most beautiful paths, with lush greeneries and beautiful blossoms, bursting with life at every step that I took. Sometimes I had to climb endless flights of steps, every step an agonizing effort. I slipped many times, especially in the dark when there was no one around.

Oh yes, I had company. There were those who always remained acquaintances, hence our cordial relationship. There were some who called themselves friends, yet would abandon me when I had my knees deep in mud. Few stayed by me, pulled me out and kept me going.

I saw the exit sign some weeks ago, and knowing that I would reach the last mile by this time, I was gearing myself for this last league. The final mile is an uphill ascend. Sometimes I fear that I am not strong enough to make the climb. But I know it is silly thinking, knowing that I have wonderful support from people who are really true to me, and would be by my side at every step I take.