"I have nothing to say of my working life, only that a tie is a noose and inverted though it may be, it will hang a man nonetheless if he is not careful" (Yann Martel Life of Pi)
A notebook cracked open and the pages made soft.
February 12, 2011
Life of Pi
"I have nothing to say of my working life, only that a tie is a noose and inverted though it may be, it will hang a man nonetheless if he is not careful" (Yann Martel Life of Pi)
What They Neglect(ed) to Tell You
The pain is immeasurable and indescribable. A right of passage so to speak.
The pain is also, unfortunately, the only thing people labour to find words to describe.
Momentarily the journey feels unending. Torturous.
The moment passes.
The relief both physically and emotionally is but a cool breeze on a warm day when compared to the surge of euphoric emotion injected within each pore of the body.
Life, new life, begins. Joyous tears replace words as the throat clenches.
The moment is at once terrifying and electrifying.
Intense love emerges keeping one up with dark, heavy circles to hear soft breaths, light hums and slow movements of tiny fingers.
A need to protect tenses the muscles, anxiety clenches the throat, and love flashes a smile.
Life, new life, begins as sleep eventually, ever so slowly, takes hold.
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