Simple Truth
07-07-07, 07:28 PM
The Room
Well here I am. Alive and well, by the grace of God. Thinking to myself. Looking at myself. I see myself amidst much confusion and helplessness.
I’m trapped in a room. Just a worthless room. But wait, I must not forget, I’m locked in. What keeps me from freedom I ponder to myself? Yes, that’s it...that massive metal, half a metre thick and rather terrifying door!! But you see that frightening door is the only way out.
The strange and partly laughable thing about the whole issue though, is that, you see, this door has a big lock to it...and well, I sort of have its key. Yes that’s right, with me is the blessed key to freedom.
Now any sane person would say to me, use your key and get out!! I’d like to say to them that that is indeed a very wise way to go about the problem and that they are very correct to bring about such a simple solution. Yet no, that is not the reality of how things would turn out. The reality shows a me crying out for help, screaming my hard-working lungs out. That’s all good, except that not another soul is able to hear me, which really makes all that effort, in the end, of no value. Why? Because you see the four walls to this room are sound proof and not a wave of sound would dare pass through that humungous door. Only when the door be opened, even to the slightest angle, can much sound pass through. Only then.
Now let me explain it all. The key that ought to be used to release the lock is nothing but the blessed truth. The lock, fear and the force put forth to open the door, commitment and love. Finally, the door I feel is a barrier, whether it be one of communication or anything else that can be classified to be in the way of achieving a certain goal.
I’m not sure if this has any sense to it. But I’m really starting to believe that this is really where I am. This is where I have chosen to place myself...in a locked room with its key. Haha..its almost unbelievable when I think about it. Unbelievably the sad reality. :'(
Well here I am. Alive and well, by the grace of God. Thinking to myself. Looking at myself. I see myself amidst much confusion and helplessness.
I’m trapped in a room. Just a worthless room. But wait, I must not forget, I’m locked in. What keeps me from freedom I ponder to myself? Yes, that’s it...that massive metal, half a metre thick and rather terrifying door!! But you see that frightening door is the only way out.
The strange and partly laughable thing about the whole issue though, is that, you see, this door has a big lock to it...and well, I sort of have its key. Yes that’s right, with me is the blessed key to freedom.
Now any sane person would say to me, use your key and get out!! I’d like to say to them that that is indeed a very wise way to go about the problem and that they are very correct to bring about such a simple solution. Yet no, that is not the reality of how things would turn out. The reality shows a me crying out for help, screaming my hard-working lungs out. That’s all good, except that not another soul is able to hear me, which really makes all that effort, in the end, of no value. Why? Because you see the four walls to this room are sound proof and not a wave of sound would dare pass through that humungous door. Only when the door be opened, even to the slightest angle, can much sound pass through. Only then.
Now let me explain it all. The key that ought to be used to release the lock is nothing but the blessed truth. The lock, fear and the force put forth to open the door, commitment and love. Finally, the door I feel is a barrier, whether it be one of communication or anything else that can be classified to be in the way of achieving a certain goal.
I’m not sure if this has any sense to it. But I’m really starting to believe that this is really where I am. This is where I have chosen to place myself...in a locked room with its key. Haha..its almost unbelievable when I think about it. Unbelievably the sad reality. :'(