The Nature of a SphereA Story by LorraineAn essay about me in comparison with a ball.
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A ball's value comes from within. It rolls. It bounces. These are made possible by the air inside it. The air gives the ball a chance to bring failure and success to several athletes. With one incredible pitch, it can make the whole world yell like lunatics. With one successful three-point shot, it can bring victory to a country. A ball has many uses. It rolls. It bounces. It is round, that is why. Though it doesn't choose its own direction and though it remains forever manipulated, it is very special because it seems to move on its own. Whenever a ball rolls down an inclined plane, it looks so carefree for the force that leads it downward cannot be seen. Through the limited sight of a human's eye, a ball truly moves on its own accord like a free being. It doesn't go against the flow. It goes with the flow. I am a ball. I am round and can never be truly determined from a single point of view. It takes time before one can see every angle of my being. It takes time to explore the unexplored part of my nature, and even with so much time, chances are, some parts may be overlooked. I am a ball. I roll along the path that God has set me along through fate. I go with the flow. I have accepted my imaginary freedom as an inevitable part of being alive. I accept the freedom I seem to have while bearing in mind that whatever takes place are things that the Lord allowed to happen. I cannot control anything--some else does. I am a ball. Something within me—contentment, happiness, acceptance—keep me round. They keep me rolling. They keep me strong amidst all the harsh bumps I receive now and then. What's inside me is what gives me value. I am a ball. I can bring success or failure. I can spread happiness or sadness. I give detail to the world. I am a ball. I can be any ball. A little step can turn me flat, but even so, I dare not surrender from the game of life. I am a Ping-Pong ball. The fact that I am small and fragile constantly reminds me of unfaltering protection. I am rest-assured that my owner will forever take care of me. I am a ball. I am a white billiard ball. I can be hard and firm. I keep my emotions tactfully controlled that I may never fall on any pit. I am a ball. I may appear in different sizes and colors. I may be blue, pink, green yellow, or a mixture of every color. I am a beach ball. Whatever size or color I take, I keep myself always under the sun.
I am a ball. It doesn't matter if I'm imperfect. It doesn't matter if I don't know what the future holds. I am being controlled; I don't have to worry about anything. Despite being manipulated, I am contented because like a ball on an inclined plane, I will never stop rolling. So long as I am moving, I know I'm not alone--someone's guiding me. And until I see that someone, I will savor my imaginary freedom Above all else, I know I will never be just a ball. I am God’s handmade ball. © 2009 LorraineAuthor's Note
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Added on April 20, 2009Last Updated on April 20, 2009 AuthorLorrainePhilippinesAboutglitter-graphics.com The Basics Name: Lorraine (I know it's a place in France, but it's really my name) Age: 19 Gender: Female Birthday: May 26 Likes: Animals, Anime, Books, Internet, Wr.. more..Writing
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