Throwing in the towel

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 02, 2018

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I want to see a new rendition of my life but no matter how hard I try, the securities of my bathroom draw me back to the shower. However, a door of new beginnings has presented itself to me. I flush the shit weighing on me down the toilet and wash my hands of dirty deeds and past mistakes. There's a new opportunity knocking on the door of my bathroom of stability. At first, I reach out to answer but the shower of solitude beckons me as though it could wash away the drab normalacy that is society. The shampoo of thought and conditioner of creation bring forth a familiar schedule of unredeeming qualities that count as nothing compared to the clean picture set in the back of my mind. The knocking grows louder reminding me of the unerving opportunity that awaits my actions. I want to reach out and breech the frame yet I abandon the thought for the comforting steam of conformity. I think of the acomplishments that await me. They tempt me like fresh linens and warm blankets,though it feels as if im still covered in the grime of the past and i have yet to wash away the suds of mediocrity. A sense of haste scrubs within me as time begins to slow. I watch as the chance of prosperity begins to fade. The knocking becomes a series of loud bangs as if my new life is pleaing for me to open the door so it may present me with the bright future it has planned to help purify my mind of past transgressions, doubts, and fears. All at once, everything seems to snap into place as time begins to zoom. I turn off the steady flowing stream and yank a towel from the rack of anxiousness. The comforts of the past have left me and though my current life may shatter in its wake, the new life ahead of me will create a more resiliant, accomplished version of me. I see the steam slowly evaporating. The systematic stream is just a mere trickle now. I open the door to a path of freedom and prosperity. The colorful emotion of creative ideas washes over me. I am no longer a creature of fear or conformity, I am a goddess of success and hope. The trials and triumphs of life await me and i can't wait to get started!


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