Lifeless life

What is the point? What is life? Why are we here? I can obtain all the money, wealth, fame, and honor in the world, but in the end I am nothing. Nobody will benefit from my existence, or even from my non-existence. My life is without purpose, reason, or goals. The only thing I have ever done of worth is serve as a scape goat for others. I take the blunt of every swing and am the bottom of the dog pile. I could rot to death in a corner, and the only change in the world would be a few a few people would need to find some other way of feeling manly, some other goat to take the blows. The world has struck its toll on me and I will never be the same.

Pessimism triumphs

Pessimism. It is a wonderful creation. With it by your side, you are bound to have nothing but pleasant surprises!! Nothing will upset you, because its either what you were expecting, or it is good news! For those of us who easily get emotional, Pessimism can be the perfect security blanket! However, sometimes, the Optimistic ways creep in on even the most solid supporters of Pessimism. When this happens, the results are bound to be catastrophic. One who is used to the bottom of the pit, suddenly soars to the top, believing that something too good to be true might happen. And then, just as suddenly, if not even more sudden then the initial soar, the Optimistic Pessimist will find that his hopes were silly dreams of a reality that is not his. For what could a pit dweller possibly know of the clouds? Pit dwellers belong in pits, and birds belong in the sky. That is how it is and always will be. And now, the Pit dweller is back in the pit, only now he has tasted the sky, and fallen oh so far back down.

The joyless walk.

He was walking. Forward, always forward, although he did glance back from time to time. The path was made of dirt, and had tall trees on either side, masking his view of anything else. From time to time, his path would come into contact with another path, either where both paths turned towards each other, and the trees thinned, or occasionally another path would even cross his. He had been walking for a long long time, almost 21 years to be exact, and still he walked.  He often thought back to the first 14 years of his journey, where his path had often traveled right next to many others. There was less paths back then, as people tended to share paths, and so not as many were needed. All was fun back then, even if his path didn't have as many people as other paths did, and he sorely missed it. Then his closest family members and himself had decided to switch paths. It wasn't uncommon to switch paths, in fact, it happened quite a lot. Some people stayed on the same path all their lives, but many switched. Some even went back the way they had come, although this was very few. So after about 14 years traveling on the same path, his family switched. The next 5 years went by quickly, and he actually enjoyed them more then his first 14 years. There were less paths in this area of the woods, but they all were wound more closely together. He played with his siblings, and worked with his parents. He laughed, ran, and read. But he quickly grew tired of it, and so on his 18th year as a walker, he switched paths yet again. This time, he would walk alone. The area of the woods he moved to, had many more paths, but very few found themselves near his path for long. The few that did turned away quickly. And yet, he continued to walk. He continued this way for a full two years, the weight of his solitaire confinement bearing on his shoulders, weighing him down. But still, he pushed on. At times, the weights were unbearable, and he was forced to rest. Occasionally, he would have help lifting his weights. But for the most part, he was alone. Utterly alone.

The Unleashing of the Monster!

The monster. He was big and black, with green spikes on his back, green slimy teeth, and large yellow eyes. He was covered nearly completely in fur, and had a large awkward tail trailing behind him. His home was not much, just a small cavern really, but in it he had complete control. For he was not alone, not by any means. Inside this same cavern were many creatures, all trying to obtain control of the cavern in there own ways. But it was his cavern. The unicorn would try and have his 'light' shine everywhere, for all to see even on the outside of the cavern, and the leprechaun would try to fill the cave with pretty objects and treasures that reflected even the tiniest bit of light, and the cave itself even tried to take over from time to time. But he-the monster- called the shots. If he wanted the cave to rumble, it would rumble. If he wanted it to be darker, it was darker. The cavern had let him in, before the leprechaun, and even before the unicorn. At first, he had remained dormant, for any who invite the Monster into there cave, soon regret it later, and try to have him extracted. But undetected, he had stayed low, biding his time. And the longer he waited, the stronger he became. Until one day, he had made himself known. Not all at once, mind you, but in bits and pieces he slowly wormed his way into the heart of the cave, where it was easiest to control the entire cave. And now he was there, in control, and the cave was never the same again.

A handwritten story

Moral of: A handwritten story

Pride Rock

Tuesday, 18 May 2010, at 19:34

Whilst riding on the coaster of life, one often finds themselves reaching a long stretch where things are no longer downhill. The track has leveled out, and from this vantage point, high above all else, it is easy to forget the thrilling ride that had just occurred. How easy it is to forget the hard parts in life, when life is going smoothly! Or even worse, the very God who carried us through said hard times! The man atop the mountain peak, forgets his entire journey while he beholds the wondrous sights before his eyes.

Similarly, as a pathetic human being, I often find that when life goes downhill, I am 'spiritual' and eager to pray and read God's Holy Word. But as soon as the trek through the mud is done, then once again, I am my own god, and my blessed creator is soon placed back on his shelf. I am too eager to take credit for my own works, and not nearly so eager to give credit to the one who deserves it- God. We enjoy making ourselves feel better at the expense of others, but in doing so we overlook God's Word. James 4:10 says that God will exalt those who humble themselves. Should this be the reason for you to practice humility? Perhaps not. But all the same, there is no reason to feel the need to belittle others for a self esteem boost. If you exalt yourself, then God will humble you- how much better would it be for you to humble yourself!

And so I strive to give all the deserved glory to God, my Savior, my Lord, and my Friend.

The higher you climb Pride Rock, the further you fall when humility you find. And whether you find it, or God finds it for you- you will find it!