The race toward the end is on, although we’re racing against the clock as time slowly decreases and we sweat our tiny little heads as our palms shake with the sweat pouring out of the porous pores on them, as we are lost, confused little children that are in a whirlpool of despondent confusion and bewilderment.
Group assignments rear their ugly head once more as we are forced together into a can far smaller than our bodies, preventing anything remotely comfortable to be achieved as we panic in our squalor and slide against our sweaty selves, trying to push out for room and oxygen as we suffocate in our hubris and search for egress when the only solution is seeing it the whole way through.
It must be stated that this time the can is a little larger and we are able to at least flail our arms in panic as we take short breaths and slowly punch away whilst the date the information is required by looms ever so closer, berating and taunting us whilst we try to resist and seem to be failing.
Although, that may not actually be the case this time around.
This machine is struggling along, but it gains more traction and acceleration every single day of work and whilst the panic is still there, the machine is allowing us a little more control over the direction. We are wrangling with a beast that ushers in chaos and destruction; a beast that so dangerously veers from side to side on the track that it is trying to force us along, and despite being in a state that may look like a war of attrition, we are finally winning.
the steps are smaller than we would desire, but there is success found in every moment as momentum gradually builds and builds until we are going so fast and efficiently that the stop that we reach when we are finally finished with working on this assignment of desire, we come to a complete stop and find ourselves shocked at the fact that we’ve finally finished, breathe a collective sigh of relief and begin our untangling, getting out of the can that we are trapped in and each take showers so desperately needed and yet cannot be felt due to the cake-layer of filth that has accumulated upon our flesh and skin.
The assignment will not beat us. It may cause us to stress and panic as it throws us against everything that it can, but we will not surrender to its force and brutality. We will coalesce into a being far greater than the sum of our parts and final work our way through the thorns and bristle that it shall raise in our path, yet we shall deliver on time and there will be no stopping until the end has been reached.
Until that moment is reached, we may only continue to work under the heavy fire of panic to reach the desired outcome we share.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:48:29
I like how this came out overly poetic and dramatic.
Written at university.