Gravity

I met it. Gravity. How it hit my face,.. the impact was dumbfounding, but I felt no pain. Too embarassed to feel pain, really. What I expected was not what transpired. I expected laughter, but all I heard, or could hear was alarming gasps.

At the same time, my body could no longer endure this torture, but there was strength is me left. But ego kept me down. How such a simple three letter word could actually stop a man from accomplishing his goals. I didn't want to face the them already, yes, I knew that they're gasping now, but from today on; this day will be made a story. A humourous story to be shared years on in my presence and brought down from one generation after generation of scholars.

It felt like a few minutes, but in reality it was only seconds. Ego versus ability. In the end, I thought, no matter what happens, "what is done, is done". There's no changing it, and there's no preventing it. People will talk and it will become a story. It is something I have to live with, to endure the snickers, the laughs, the jokes, and I have to do what my folks tell me. When people laugh at you, laugh with them, then they learn to respect you. Is there any truth to that saying? Let's find out then.

With that, I lifted my face few inches off the ground, and instead of looking at them, I looked in front. There's my goal. Though weakened, I have the ability to go on. Now I looked at them, smiled, and made my first step towards continuing my goal.

I stood up.