Testing Stage

Every phase and season is a testing stage, a resist and repeat till we pass and graduate to the next grade. The regurgitation of emotions and feelings keep cycling through as we go through the arch of it. We all just want to say, "IT'S A WRAP" and move on to the next project. With that said, it is all about the process and the study period, the question is how much pressure do we put on ourselves and how well do we want to do in the end.

Interesting isn't it?

How our lives flow through cycles

At various points

we end up in the same place again.


Like how we have to be tested

In school, in work, in life

Every season comes with a graduation

Seeing how we fair

going through the motions of

Anxiety

Uncertainty

Scrutiny

Surging adrenaline spiking

Sleepless nights of contemplating

Cycles of thoughts on our performance.


The curtain call sounds the same

Emotions course through our being

Catching our breath after delivering

our best

in every act


Singing our lungs out

Wearing our hearts on our sleeves

For the stage,

For our craft,

For our survival.


The immediate relief in being able to breathe again

Our sweat drenching what is left of our souls

A moment of feeling like our heads is above water.


The comfort we have lies in our hope

Finding the light that gives us strength

Be it in ourselves

people around us

Faith in what we believe in

What dictates our beliefs?

Knowledge? Experience? Upbringing?


The answers may be unclear,

Like how we do not know

the answers for

every test question

When we review every test

by its results

Eventually, we learn

We grow to know

Peace

Certainty

Acceptance

Ourselves


We graduate to the next degree in life and our journey continues.


- Swit Marie

23:38H 5th July 2020

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Swit Marie is a 'Jacqueline of all trades' who loves wearing plaid
When words fail, she allows movement and emotion to carry her through
A believer in making dreams come true, she would love to collaborate with you
An explorer starting fresh and would only give her best
She stands in the gap and will only call it quits when it's a wrap.

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