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    Monday, July 25, 2005

    Metaphorically speaking...

    I've seen people playing in the pool.
    Most of the time, they seem really happy.
    But sometimes, it's as if they hide some kind of emotional pain within;
    Trapped and helpless,
    Looking at me with a longing that I cannot fathom.

    I'm satisfied being where I am, although there are times when I yearn to trade places.

    One day, I pass by the pool.
    The gleaming waters looked so inviting, I moved closer and closer to it without thinking.

    As I approached the poolside, I felt a cool, tingling sensation wash over me.
    It's like nothing I've experienced.
    I let myself immerse into the waters completely, soaking up the very strange feeling.

    Before long, a storm gathered overhead and I was left drenched.
    Cold and alone.

    The misery and pain in the surrounding emptiness gnawed hard. I swore never to come close to the pool again.

    Walking away from it, I never regretted my decision, although sometimes, I did think about how the waters used to sparkle in the sun.

    Time passed and the old wounds healed, but a silent fear still continues to grip insidiously.

    Then I find myself in front of the pool again.

    I stand at the water's edge, hesitant to move closer.
    The internal quandary persists.

    My feet touches the water and I remember what it's like again.

    To be happy...

    [Time of Confession] 5:41 PM
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