Tug of War

It really has been a stressful and busy week. With assignments due date coming to midterms, it was really hectic. In fact, I did not even get much sleep at all. Nevertheless, it is over and I finally have some time for myself. However the war is still not over yet. I still have loads of assignment to have to be completed and finals are just around the corner. Even for this midterm I don't think I would get any good results cause I kinda revise last minute but I can say that I did give it my  very best on the very last minute possible. I am always procrastinating and honestly throughout my whole education life I never really did give my 100% effort when it comes to my studies.

Now since I have some free time to myself like finally.... Let me share a story. X)
Before that, I am actually amaze that I can actually relate the story that I am about to tell to the title of this post. It just suddenly pop out into my head and it kinda fit when you think about it.
The story goes like this:

Little did I know I ended up in this battlefield.

I was in the middle of the field looking upon the green carpet, I saw many men.
They were all pulling and pulling and pulling this one rope.
Attached at the center of the rope was this little red flag.
Everyone seems to be pulling this red flag towards them with all their strength and might.
Looking form far... It seems to be just an ordinary tug of war.
However as I move closer and closer this is no ordinary tug of war.
A rope usually has 2 ends but this rope has many ends and at each end there were was a person.
The person at each end was all pulling there hearts out just to grab this red flag.
Some gave up in the process and left the field...
Some gave up maybe cause of injury..
Some gave up maybe its just not worth their time and effort....
Some gave up cause they were ruled out by the referee.

Captivated by the red flag's beauty and charm, I too participated in this tug of war.
I tried pulling... but it the flag doesn't seems to be moving towards me.
Instead the flag is moving towards the opposite of me where this person stood heavily on the ground pulling.
Not wanting to loose, I pulled harder but yet again the flag still didn't moved.
At times I actually saw the flag moving towards me a little.
And that was enough to kept me going to pull harder and not to give up.
However little did I know, the flag was not actually moving and it was just a illusion.
My brain actually was playing tricks on me and that led to a big disappointment and frustration inside of me.

As time goes by, the flag is moving away little by little till I can see this huge gap between me and the flag.
With one last effort I decided to give it one more shot.
Since I can pulled the flag towards me, I will just hold my ground...
Plunge my feet into the soil and just ensure that the flag doesn't move any further.
I thought to myself... By doing so maybe the opposite will be tired and I will have a higher chance of winning.
Holding to my stance... I tried defending but it was still no good.
As I clenched my teeth...
squeezing all my strength left in me...
I still see the flag moving inch by inch away from  me.

Suddenly... The whistle is blown by the referee.
Signifying the end of this competition. Although the flag has not reach his side.
It is decided by the referee that he is the winner since the flag is closes to him...
And continuing the game is useless since the winner is so clear at this stage.
With no choice, I just had to open my hands and let the rope slip through.
The pain and scar left during the game is real...
I can still see the red thick line of the rope burned into my hands.
Just seeing the scar of the rope is painfully enough.
Can you imagine the pained I felt if I move my hands?

As all of us know...
A game is a game. A winner has to be decided and there will always be losers.
Everyone wants to be number 1 cause no one will remember number 2 and 3.
As the winner is celebrating his victory.. I slowly walked down the field, back into reality.
I reflect upon my lost... I realized I have never won any of these games.
I came close once but I never won either.
Maybe I was unlucky..
Maybe I wasn't strong enough..
Maybe the field was slippery and I slip
Maybe the referee was bias...

Maybe... there are too many maybes.

As of today this boy is still awaiting for the day to turn into a man strong enough to win this game.

~THE END~

Nice story?
I don't know what is going through your minds after reading it.
But this is just me sharing my story which relates to Tug of War.