I wasted too much time, only to find that nothing on this site can define how you feel. You must live.
Jeremiah 29:11, John 3:16, Romans 8:28
I'm walking on a path.
Not a clue of what I'm doing on here and no way that I can see to get out.
The trees grow thickly on both sides and it makes my mind spin.
The sky grows dark.
Not a cloud in the sky,
But there is still something blocking out the sun.
I hear voices everywhere telling me what to do,
where to go and who to be.
I know who I am, I know where to go, And i feel what to do.
I just don't know how.
I open my eyes wider to see that i'm not the only one on the path.
This gives me some comfort,
That is until I see that they're more lost than I am.
The wander in circles staring at the ground like it's the only thing that matters.
They each seem to have found a spot,
A spot that has some significance to them.
Or at least some meaning.
I feel cold when I walk past them,
Like it was my job to help them,
But I don't know how.
Every once in a while i will see these pretty things and pick them up,
But then realize that they were only pretty where they were.
I keep walking and I soon realize,
I soon discover that that's what has the people trapped.
They don't want to leave their things,
But they can't take them with them.
It's an endless cycle and they can't seem to let go.
I see a girl pick her thing up and put it down.
I watch her do this many times before I leave.
She looks at me and follows.
"It's no good," she says.
"It wasn't mine to take, but no one else saw it and it needed a reason."
Her statement takes me back.
Why did the thing need a reason?
Was it not a living thing to need?
Was it not my need, do I need a reason?
I walk with the girl.
She seems to know a way, a way that I don't.
She walks with confidence,
a walk that she seems to only have on this path.
She doesn't look at the pretty things anymore.
I ask her why.
She says, "I'll be OK, as long as I remember where I'm from."
I realize that I don't remember where I'm from
and I ask her about her place.
She tells me that it's a vague memory,
but a good one.
She says that her place is more beautiful than any other.
She says that it's filled with people and a feeling that she can't quite name.
It has a man, a man that brings this feeling.
He takes care of her, he takes care of every one.
She says that she had to find him and that he could remind her,
He could remind her of life.
She told me that this was not life,
we have to believe in order to get life.
But this path is sad, and it doesn't have belief,
You can't have life on this path.
You have to find the end and he will give you life.
Many people forget that they can leave.
Many people get stuck by their pretty things and they want to stay.
But they can't have life if they don't keep moving.
They stay because they've forgotten what that feeling is.
They forget that they want it,
They forget that they can have it.
They think that they are living, but they aren't;
So they're stuck.
That's all she tells me.
I look at her, and I believe her.
I look at the lifelessness around us,
I can feel that we're missing something.
So we walk.
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