I was successful on my first pace, I found my way out of the stubborn mud, though I still have the mud stuck into my feet, I still need to bear the uneasiness it brings. Then I figured, why am I so scared of the wet earth? What’s holding me back? For all its worth, it was just a plain simple mud, and at the end of the trek, it’ll be fine, and I’ll find a way to get rid of it, so what am I scared of? If I hold back now, I will never get through this, and I’ll be stuck in this slime longer than I should. I don’t want that, I can’t wait for anyone to help me get out of this dirt; there might not be anybody who would pass the road I just took.
I have prepared myself for another challenge of getting through this arduously, tough road. I took my slippers off, and started to walk barefoot. I walk not minding the mud delving into my toes. At times I slipped, but I refuse to stop. I cannot stop, and I will never give up until I end up at the rear end of this trek. I feel my sweat dripping down my face, racing down my body, and I feel the hot touch of sunlight penetrating on my skin, burning heat surging into me, causing me to feel pain. But I endured, I bear up the pain with every step, with every slip, thinking I will get by, and I have.
