On the Ropes

Nobody showed me the ropes. I learned them the moment I was roped. The first one was soft and I felt safe and comfortable. It looked like a rope of pearls. In addition it gave me enough rope until it was cut. When I fell down I nearly died for it was cold and I was weak. I held tightly to the rope but they forced me to loosen my grip.

Nobody thought I would be able to climb a rope since I was of slight build. Indeed it took a long time until I regained my energy. I couldn’t go and buy a rope but I knew if I sought I would definitely find one to pull myself. I started climbing slowly. But then my hands were chapped and I couldn’t keep a grip on myself. This time I had a nasty fall. It took me sometime to stand on my own two feet again.

Nobody knew the place I was in was now distant but I didn’t give up. The ropes I found there were brittle; so I bought two of them. With renewed energy, mental and creative powers I started climbing again. No, I didn’t forget to conserve some of my strength. But every time I climbed a bit I slipped down a bit. At the end I was there where I began. So I decided to take a break.

With my last ounce of strength I started again. I gave up my life to climbing ropes to the end but I have been climbing and slipping since then. Yes, I know I promised not to do things by half-measures again or compromise myself. Then I say: I probably got the wrong rope.

Jamshid
Bremen, 01 August 2007

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