“Please don’t ask me to choose, for
it would be like making a choice between breathing and heart beating. Both ways
I would lose my life!” Sophie pleaded.
I
had a strange dream. I found myself walking on a spindly rope tied against two
poles at a notable distance. My feet were trying to grip the thin lock of
thread coiled together. As I moved further, the rope shook with enough vibrancy
to disturb my offset. It was strange, I had never even practiced once in this skillful
movement, but my feet were confident in assuring to get me through.
With
even a single shake from the meager base my entire body tilted to one side and
then swayed to the other. As the movement turned violent, my fists coiled
itself much strongly on a long stick that it held firmly in it. But the stick
treacherously didn't help much in supporting me. Instead, it was annoyingly
distracting as I realized the weight was heavy for me to hold and the pressure
it enforced on my arms was disturbing my stabilization.
My
concentration was splitting from the rope to the long stick and I was finding
hard to maintain the balance. My eyes accessed the cause of the pressure on the
stick that held a good amount of weight on both of its ends. I focused on its
length at the right side and found Dave holding it and the left end bore Alec
as its counterbalance. They both were tied on the extreme ends of the stick
that I gripped tightly and relied completely on my judgement of equilibrium to
get us all through the large void we were hanging on while my feet trying hard
to balance our weight on a thin rope!!!
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