So thick, so strong! Not just to leave the same old behind, but even to keep moving in the same plane of nowhere to go.
Fighting, pulling; using every muscle with every ounce of energy left, if any; just to be back at the original point, only tired and disillusioned.
Resting for a minute; collecting breath once more; thinking, planning, deciding; gathering energy and creating a new triggering moment to give still another try; another attempt at the perfect escape; the precise set of planned movements that will give the so desired freedom from that ugly, sticky mud.
While clouds go by, while the sun keeps moving around in the sky, and the eternally walked clock that leaves just the round and round trail to follow for eternity.
Then the changes in mind: Another attempt but using a different approach. Does the planned strategy work? Why not just raw force?
So the collected energy once more; the triggered moment; heart and mind together, concentrated at a single point…jump!
Seating in that favorite chair by the porch, sipping a cold drink while watching the clouds go by; enjoying the view and the warm autumn breeze; remembering those crazy younger years of dreams and desires, so long left behind.
Time to appreciate the real meanings of life and the most important parts of it all, with wisdom acquired by the final appreciation of the sticky mud. Like a rusted ship sunk by the beach, that finally becomes a proud monument on its own.