I’ve been on the far side of the river. I know what it is to swim across, to fight the rapids and to feel the current pull at my legs. I have felt the strength leave my arms half-way, while the river carried me along, mostly submerged. The shoreline never bothering to reach out.
Although it failed to
take me, its memory flows through me. It
has become a part of my landscape, if only to illuminate my limitations. It is not an achievement or source of pride,
but simply a notch on the belt of my opponent.
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