Willpower

Beads of sweat were dropping off her and her vision started fading away. Each and every part of her body ached and weakened. "I must succeed! I can do it!" she mumbled over and over again. Her heart throbbed and she had gradually lost feeling of her arms and then her legs went numb. Regardless of her fraying body she kept running.

For months she had been ignoring the hairs and flaky skin. She had dropped her calorie intake to the absolute minimum and had been ignoring the dizziness and the difficulty to breathe. In her mind everything had happened because she wasn't fit enough, thus she kept increasing her treadmill millage.

Little by little she had stopped working. Stopped cooking. Stopped painting. Stopped knitting. Stopped reading. Stopped laughing. Stopped breathing.

She had a very strong willpower, but now - willpower is all there is left from her ...


---time's up---

The Truth

Is there a truth? I think not. Unless the truth is made out of bits and pieces of fantasy, belief and shreds of realism.

Thus how can the truth differ from one to the other. How can one's truth be considered as a myth to another person?

Growing up I was always seeking the truth, but had gradually gave up, coming to the conclusion that truth does not exist. If there is no ONE truth than there is no truth at all - at least under my definition of "truth".

The nonexistence of truth is manifested in many different ways.

It is manifested by the difference in the religions.
It is manifested by the influence the monster under the bed has on the memory of childhood.
It is manifested in the variety of tastes and
it is manifested in the ability to find a solution to a single problem in several completely different ways.

Can the truth be diversity itself? I think not. I think there is no truth.

--- time's up ---