The Prize Not the Pain

The rope is burning my hands. As I slowly gain inch by inch of the rope, my hand continues to burn and blister. One more tug, two, three. I start to feel like the blisters are only a small price to pay for the treasure I am luring in. Still though, I feel the swelling and bleeding that slowly starts to take my mind from my work. No, I tell myself. Nothing should get in the way of this for me, nothing will stop me from reaching the finish line.
I slowly start to tug with more ferocity knowing that one day I will be grateful that I continued. The blisters burn and bleed but I ignore them now. I can see the gem sparkling in the sunlight as I make the final heave and pull it from the well. My face shows tired lines of age and my body starts to weaken. But none of that matters to me now. The rope tightened as I pulled the most beautiful diamond out from inside the dark well.

Layers

You are You. No one can define you or try to judge you and get the proper result. People that sand before you only break down the pieces of you that they see; that you give them. They can pick at it, tear at it, peel it apart, but the will never find the real you.

You" is the answer you give the wind or the conversations you have in the deep of the night.

Your heart is the treasure. The X on the map. The unprotected Jem of your thought and feelings. Once you hand it over, you've given it away. The theif will peel at you slowly; uncovering joy, hate, pain, and lve. You cringe...

The theif pulls off his hood and fils the room with immense light and wonderful glory. The theif is no robber at all, rather a tailor. He fixes up all the bruises and returns your broken layers. He hands it back and hugs you, comforts you, and fills your heart.

The New Me.

When I gazed into the crystal waters, I saw the new me. The me that had been hiding behind an open door, just waiting to emerge. The me that had be there all along but hadn't been ready to commit. The me who is so much happier.

When I stared at the mountains and the trees I saw the me that was more God-confident. The person who was finaly ready to hand it all over to Him and to accept the new life He had offered. The me who wasn't scared anymore.

I like this new me.......I've opened myself up to the God of the universe and have only gained, not lost. God is so amazing!

Aging

The adult mind is so consumed with image and apearance that it forgets the youthful thoughts and attitudes that it used to value and cherish. They have all been replaced with "reason" and "maturty". But if you stop and really think about it, the media has redifined the meaning of the word "reason" to the point of it not even meaning anything important. Things that are reasonable in this day and age can be disgustingly brutal an uncalled for. It is disappointing that my mind has matured and has been able to wrap its spongy arms around these concepts. When I was younger, the sunny weather or the cloudy sky was all that I was worried about.

But I guess that's one of the rainstorms of life. You lose the loves of your childhood and you gain the responsibility of the world yet that spark of your memories comes back to you every now and again. ;)