The art of swinging
I swung higher and higher into the blue sky, the wind breathing softly against my face. My feet moved back and forth, propelling me faster each time. Dust swirled in the air beneath me. My heart raced with exhilaration - I was flying! Or at least, it felt like I was. This moment wasn’t possible a few days - or even weeks - ago. Every time I got on a swing back then, my thighs would ache from the effort of bending and pushing backwards. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling. But after a few weeks of going to the gym and practicing my favourite exercise - running - my legs had grown stronger. Now, swinging wasn’t painful anymore - alhamdulilah. It reminded me that hard work is never wasted, and the fruits of effort are always worth it.