The Ball

March 21, 2007

There was once this little ball. That loved to bounce around. enjoyed the ups and downs of life. As if the only thing that really mattered is that IT was able to bounce back from all the downs. There where times that IT would hit itself hard on the concrete..... and the harder it fell the higher was ITs rebound. IT would sometimes accidentally run over a hard wall and then again it would just rebound. It was because of this hard obstacles that made the ball enjoy its life as a ball. Tossing ITself to and fro reaching greater heights because of its eagerness to return in the air after every fall.

The ball learned that the harder the things are set in its path, the better for ITs self development. Until one day..... the fell into the mud. The ball wondered why IT was not able to rebound from the fall, and became stuck on the slimy mud. The mud covered most of the ball...almost made the ball look like a lump of mud. Then things became gloomy and hopeless for the ball. IT will never again feel the air, nor the sunlight every time it rebounded. IT was its doom. IT should have never ventured out to the muddy road. If only IT knew the fate that will be caused by this venture.

Then again, after some time of hopeless, slimmy, and heavy feeling of guilt, the ball felt ITself again lifting from the ground.To the ball's wonder, IT was almost far from the muddy ground from which it fell. IT was then when the ball met the Hand. Never in the ball's wildest dreams did it thought that someone else will give a damn.