hey peeps,
nothing much, juz here to share a short story,
a story about a hare.
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once, there was a hare.
he have one of the best leg muscles around.
he is always training hard, and always aim to be the best runner.
yet, he never really got into any race before.
everyone praised him for working hard,
everyone thought that he could run well.
the hare himself thought so too after being praised for long.
even though he didn't get into races before.
no one challenged him, neither did he challenged anyone.
was he just afraid, or was he too proud to care?
then one day, he thought,
"since I've got such great muscles that everyone is talking about,
why not I give it a try and challenge someone?"
so he decided to challenge his neighbor.
The race got many's attention.
everyone was talking about it,
everyone was commenting about it.
How long would the race last?
no one had an answer at that time.
Then, the race started,
the hare was full of himself, he let his neighbor ran first.
the neighbor ran, as hard as she could,
and soon enough, the hare caught up.
the hare was filled with energy, wanted to see how long his neighbor could last.
so he ran with her.
they ran very very far, very very long,
long enough, till it's been 2 years.
they met with ups and downs in these 2 years,
yet they still carried on.
their paces started to get a bit draggy and slow,
the hare thought to himself that even though he'll be slow,
but he must catch up with the neighbor's pace.
just when he thought that the neighbor would be understanding and run with him,
the neighbor sprinted off like a horse's tail caught fire.
then, the hare never ever seen his neighbor again.
all that's left behind, was dirt and ashes she left behind.
the race gave the hare a really big set back.
so whats with one of the best muscles around?
or issit that everyone was just trying to make the hare happy?
the setback was really really great,
the hare had a hard time recovering from that trauma.
totally traumatized, the hare was left with nothing.
lost confidence, lost of hope.
he looks just like an empty shell then.
few months went passed,
the hare was just ready to get his hope and confidence back.
then he saw one of his friends doing a routine jog.
she runs every evening despite terrible weather at times.
he decided to get on with the pace and join in the jog with his friend.
day by day passed, the both friend became close while jogging together.
one day, while they were jogging, the hare saw a beautiful flower,
so beautiful, that the hare stopped and took sniff at the flower,
the flower was so attractive, the flower had such a sweet smell.
the hare decide to pick the flower and grow them himself.
he didn't realise his mistake,
since then, the hare stopped jogging,
focused on growing the flower more beautifully.
what a big mistake he've done.
he've toally forgotten about his friend!!
the hare haven't realised anything,
nothing at all,
that the friend have already changed her route of running,
and have decided to run further and longer.
everything was late when the hare realised his friend was no longer around.
he threw away the flower even though the flower was blooming.
he ran all day and night at the same route that the friend used to run,
he never met her.
never ever did he.
no matter how hardworking he was,
the friend have already changed route,
nothing can be done.
he is totally clueless about her appearance.
it was all too late,
even though till now that the hare is still running at the same track all day,
the friend no longer wanted to run with him.
it was all way too late.
all that's left with the hare was another pile of dirt and tracks that the friend remained.
no matter how good his muscles are now,
they no longer matter.
he doesn't have someone to pace with.
he can never run happily.
lost of confidence, yet the hare refused to give up.
with that shattered confidence, he picked them up one by one,
carried on the same track all day, picturing her shadows,
running with all his might,
yet he could never chase up, it was always such a big gap.
he could never forgive himself, even though it makes no difference.
all he could do was to clear all distractions,
slapping himself all the time whenever he feels distracted while running.
focusing on the shadow of the friend, catching up with the pace,
and hoping one day she would decide to return to the same track.
... ... ... he ran on... ... and on... ...
with shattered confidence,
chasing after one shadow,
covered in piles of dirt,
clearing away all distractions,
even if someone decided to challenge him,
he would refuse to, totally not interested.
his aim was to catch up with the lost friend.
no one could pull him away from his focus this time,
and no one knows what happened later on... ... ... ... ... ...
-The End-
[03'Sheepy]On the same path, he ran,
no one could possibly pull him away,
neither would he wanna get away,
he just wanna run together with his friend again.
11/09/2009