My world is a circle, in which I find myself searching for relevance. And I, amidst the swirl of colors, am but a heart of questions.
I think perhaps, that in search of my answers, I desire to be found. And therefore I shout, “I am lost!” and wonder if all along I have been heard. And even when someone offers me their hand I am not satisfied, and my heart feels heavier still. And confused, and broken.
And so is the soul of the one who searches in every place but where that which what they search for can be found.
And why do we do this? Why do are hearts prefer this comfortable pain over the uncomfortable truth?
Because we are afraid, and somewhere, when we walked along the path in search of our answers, fear settled in our hearts and danced in the halls of our minds. And we got too comfortable with it. We started to fall in love with the enchantment of the dance. Until slowly, the melody of it’s song had as believing that we were searching for something else all together.
And we forgot…
But I have a choice, and I stand at the threshold of it now. I may continue in my oblivion, knowing really all along, but pretending. Or I may go forth, the bud of faith pushing through the earth of my heart. And I may know that though it may be weak now that that bud will someday be a strong plant, should I nurture it.
This my choice, my story, my heart, is mine to decide, to discover, and to create.
What will you choose?