The Breaking Point

I like to describe my life as a J curve, the geometric curve. Before I could reach the breaking point, I will wave my white flag, and ask to start all over again. It's funny how I always think that if I cannot succeed the first time round , I will, by the second round, as if a repetitive act with a similar mindset would change and evoke a different result. How dumb is that. But, trust me, I do believe in sympathy, but my situations who have no feelings dont.

During one fine night, which happened recently,very recent; alright, shant withhold the mystery any longer: yesterday. The waterbag broke. Baby is coming out. Finally.I was teaching, confident with everything I was about to teach, solved every question in the P5 math assessment book, felt absolutely victorious. I felt like a giant who could do anything, no mountain is too hard to climb. I arent a loser as brain has previously prescribed itself to be. I am a victor, come what may. Fire or Storms, Hail or Meteorites. I won not because of my flesh, but because of the sheer will power inside me that's greater than that block.