Thirty-sixth Day -- The rhythm is the way
It was a long road ahead, we cannot see where it was going to end, the perspective looked the same again and again as each lamp post passed us, there would be another, then another. Our expectation was rekindled as each lamp post passed us, but to be dimmed by another appearing from infinity. Soon we had to find another way to measure that ending point. We began to count the steps, one, two, three, four, five, bravo, bravo, fight, fight, fight, here we go again, one, two, three, four, five ... We soon learned just keep going was the only way, kept going, kept the feet moving, breathed, maintained the rhythm, maintained the spirit. It was in 1983 when we, as cadets, dressed in army boots, camouflaged slacks and green singlets running down Tuas road for our endurance run.
This time the training was different, I am pacing up and down the living room with classical music playing and replaying. Yes, keep the rhythm, I will come to it. In my mind, I heard Nietzsche repeating 'Eternal Recurrence'. Perhaps, in life frequently we have to accept repetitions and embraced them. Love them!
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