Dear Life

Remember the many days you spent just staring out into nowhere stuck between the thought of whether or not you should even continue trying? Each day seemed to get harder and harder until you could almost swear that you were trapped in a room with no windows and with each breath you took you were loosing more and more oxygen! You lost more and more of everything that you needed to survive! Well, I've been there too, and lets just say that it happens to the best of us.

We are tried and tested until it almost seems that we have lost the battle and have done an injustice to ourselves, and those who relied upon us. It is at these times that we are most vulnerable, allowing stress, depression and even insanity to rent space in our minds and failing to notice that it is at these very times that we are the strongest!

"How so" you may ask. Well, lets take a moment to look at the whole scenario. What reason would all of life's negatives have to make a weak man or woman fail? What could possibly be gained from this? A weak person can only become weaker ifhe or she does not obtain strength but a strong person when taking failure by the hand presents weakness to him or herself This equation would then result in life's negatives becoming the victor over the person who does not see strength when looking at his or her weakness.

Believe it or not but this is how Satan keeps us chained down. He keeps us acknowledging and focusing only on what we lack taking away attention from all which we have been blessed with and in turn forcing us to do damage to ourselves by destroying our own strengths. We then turn to the hardships that come as a result and exclaim that it must be a part of our destiny it must be our fate.

How can we be so naive to the truths of life when we face them every day? Lack of belief in oneself and ability does more than just take away what has been promised to us, it also causes us to forget our trump card; the fact that we determine what occurs in our life by the choices we make and the things that we accept and refuse. This is when we need to search a little deeper. This is when we need to look past our eyes and heart and into our spirit!

It's going to get better we tell ourselves! I'm going to make it! In one instance we look our obstacle in the eye and lunge at it heading straight for the throat and then we wake up from our dream. We do not have the guts to take control do we? How sad! We drift through out life accepting what ever is offered to us never demanding more and many times not believing that we are worth more. In the instances that we are allowed to think other wise we discover that we are too afraid to take what belongs to us and then as usual we ask "Why me". After this we turn to a mirror, a face, a pond, a puddle of water, what ever gives us a reflection of ourselves and we scream at the top of our lungs, swearing that we do not know which way to turn next or which move to make or even if we want to try anymore. For some unconventional reason we feel sort of like:

Such am I that I do not understand the things that I find.
My day comes and goes and I wait.
I wait to see if reality will find where I live and decide to be my friend.

Each day that I walk between the lines that holds me in it's cell.
I feel myself whisper in my ear and I question all I know.
The truth questions my thoughts as I walk through the valley of roses, black roses that I
killed myself.

I allowed the weeds to grow, the thorns to thrive on all that I saw as truth and I
questioned nothing.
I accepted what I was given and refused to change.

Ouch! I cried over and over again not because of the pain but the hurt.
How could I allow this to happen and do nothing?
I guess I will never know until I learn to understand not life, not love but me!

How much worse could we get? We see the answers but refuse to reach out and grab them! Foolish I tell you, simply foolish! Methodically we begin to strategies claiming that we have the answer. It cannot be that easy we tell ourselves. Protesting that there must be a more complicated solution simply because we do not want to admit how foolish we have been for so long. This has been a common self-indulgent alternative for human beings for centuries. Our way of getting others pity and undeserved consideration for our misfortunes so that we do not appear to be the fools that we have allowed ourselves to become all because of pride and neglect of life's simple solutions to many of our complicated problems. How can we not see this when it stares us in the face each second that passes in time? Or maybe, we do see it but refuse to accept it. Whatever the reason the same code still applies. The complexity of life is merely its' simplicity that which we see and deny and refuse to initially accept because it is foreign to our way of thinking. Sad but true!