Push/Pull

I feel as though the last semester, hell, the last year has been taking me by the hand and pulling me forward and I have let it. I have let the colors whizz by me as well as the people. I see their faces in the distance but really all I see is a blur as my eyes try to focus -- I'm moving too fast. I look down and I see that my feet are moving me along, reminding me that it is still me that is running yet when I look down at my feet I realize that they are blurs too. I remember wondering every now and again whether I should slow down and see what is happening around me, but then I feel my hand being tugged away again and I become caught in the mad rush as I had been before.

Now. I have finally stopped. No, I've slowed down. I look down and I see my feet again. They are still moving but I can see them distinctly following my legs up and seeing that yes, indeed, they are my own. I look up around me and I see what I had been missing. Really what I see now are not what I had been missing before because those things are already passed. Those blurred images are forever gone. Now these are new faces and new things yet they serve as a reminder of what had been there before. I see it now and even though I wonder what it had been like, I am still too busy looking for more.