Struggle - the essence of life

I stepped into the boat, my limbs trembling,
Apprehension clouding my spirit, the fierce waves intimidating me,
The duel between the discouraging waves and my might raged,
My focus strong, my sights fixed on the shores,
It was a long and tiring battle,
The waves finally conceded to the oar, paving way for the boat.
Enthusiasm overthrew fear, confidence strengthened the hold on the oar,
My now dexterous hands steered the boat effortlessly,
I was moving downstream, the struggle was over,
I relaxed, enjoyed the wind and the calm waters for a long time.
Minutes seemed liked hours and days like years,
There was no action to differentiate one day from another
The hands rested, the mind idled and the eyes wandered.
Boredom invaded my life.
Was this peace? Should I be happy and content?
The energy within me fought for attention,
My latent talent cried to be recognized,
My brain cells craved for challenge,
The pessimist alerted me “Fear defeat”
I thought about losing to the menacing waves,
I thought about the ennui in my life,
I decided to turn around, to head upstream,
To face the fury and challenge myself.

Candle in the wind

The bright fire lit a thousand candles and I was one of them,
A tempest came and shook us all, and threw us into darkness,
We stood there helpless ,waiting to be ignited again,
The fire fights will all its might,its survival still at stake.

I wait in darkness,feeling useless and wasted,
I wait in darkness ,watching the fire struggle and feeling handicapped,
I wait in darkness wondering...

Should I wait there silently supporting the fire
Or should I move out and reduce the burden of the fire

I wondered and still wonder...
But I have made a decision to move out,
With the hope that some day I can return strong enough to help the fire win its battle for survival.

Waves that hit the shore

The waves of thought flood the mind and recede without leaving any trace of their visit.This journal is my attempt to capture a few of those waves which reach the shore.
The entries in this journal symbolize my moments of victory in the battle against my strongest foe--Inertia