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Some-Kinda-Blog-Stop When my pair of boots gave up.
Some-Kinda-Blog-Stop When my pair of boots gave up. | When my pair of boots gave up. |
| Saturday, 12 March 2011 | |
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I don't usually cry. If I do, that must be because I am really down. I am not weak, I am strong. I am a happy person. I dislike grumpy people. I am not grumpy. I do not have mood swings as some people does. But on Wednesday, as I was in constant conversation with God, while at work, I felt so tired. Someone is teething; someone was cranky. That's normal I know so I tried to think of it that way. But I felt my body ignoring my mind. I was like floating while walking. That was how tired I was, I guess. Then my feet started to hurt. My heel ball. I prayed to God to bring me home as soon as possible. The travel seemed forever. The bus was burning and no one else seemed to notice it. Shoulders slumped; head down. That was how I walked last night. Felt like I was carrying the whole world on my shoulder. I took my boots off and saw my favorite toe socks. It has a hole. Ruined. The inside of my boots, the heel counter, have worn out; the friction between my feet and my boots had caused my feet to feel like they were burning. The friction caused that hole on my socks. Then I was tired again. More tired when I realized I cannot wear those boots again. But I am thankful I didn't have blisters from the friction. I walked more than 5 miles that day. It was when I realized how tired I was that I began to cry, by the way. Then I prayed. I seldom complain. But when I say I am tired, I am really tired. I felt better after dinner. Material things are replaceable. Laptop, blackberry case, cars, bag... Boots are replaceable, I know. I won't lose my sleep just because I lost a pair. |
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