State of Life

I traversed a long way to make it back where I started. The fire was trying, but necessary to be able to enter the Earthly Paradise, in order to easily buffet the serpent’s efforts to draw me in a self-serving pride. The worlds, the characters I created were simply reflections of what I thought as “good.” When life struck, the writing I was doing was suddenly incompatible with the person I had become. 

Additionally, I’m not accustomed to this Earthly Paradise, almost as if Life replied: “Struggle has been your portion, but what happens with success becomes your currency?” I’ve finally healed from the last of the afflictions in the previous conflict. Bones set in the right way. And I began to realize I’m not who I remember I was, but the hunch and the limp were derived from wounds long forgotten. 

When looking upon the road of the unknown, I understand there is only one way to proceed. And I begin to believe that whatever you encounter won’t be enough to hold you from accomplishing precisely what it is you’re called to.