Have you ever thought of yourself as a tight rope walker. High above the ground with only the tiniest of cables to support your body. You look down and see the crowds of onlookers watching you. Some of them cheer for your success others watch for the bad fall should you step the wrong way. You try to keep your eye on your prize on the other side of the expanse, but you can not help worry about what if you lose your concentration and fall to the ground below. You feel the rope bounce in the breeze of those who would see you fail. Those few solid friends you can truly count on try to allay your fears and give you strength and the concentration to make it to your objective. Your muscles tense and ache as you balance on the thin cord.
Many days my life is just like this balancing between falling into the deepest darkest caverns of your own mind, and achieving my greatest desire. Like the winds that bounce the rope and make it hard to stay standing on them the winds of people's chrism and hate. All you really want is to once again be standing on firm ground with those you love there to greet you.
