A long path ahead of me, with mountains and valleys, hills and storms, but it is just me and my dribbling ball. Sometimes fainting from exhaustion, I keep kicking the ball, thinking about the goal post at the end. On the way, some people offer much-needed nourishment, a place to rest. Others try to steal my ball. But I refuse to become distracted. I shall keep running and kicking until my ball reaches the net.
Jennifer Duncan
27/1/2023 07:55:18 pm
I really like the metaphor. Well done - and keep on dribbling.
Sue Clayton
28/1/2023 03:40:18 am
If we strive hard enough, we might kick a goal into our net of life. Comments are closed.
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