The Journey.

This is actually a story I wrote for a friend. I modified it from the original.

The journey began, a simple way of going, though it promised to be long and arduous at times, but the traveler deemed himself ready. Taking the first steps, he found that it was a good way of going, that the end of the road would bring him to where he needed to be, where he wanted to be. He enjoyed the beginning stretch of the journey as it found him in high spirits and filled with joy. Nothing could touch him, the ground beneath him firm and stable. But soon, the road wound up becoming steeper and harder to follow, it became narrower and in places, the road could barely be seen. For the first time he found himself frightened by losing the path. There were markers signaling where the road should go, but after a while, even those disappeared. Finally, he stopped. The last marker was at the base of a huge mountain. He arched his neck back but could not even see the top of the mountain for it was hidden in clouds. He thought he could make out the thin line of a path winding back and forth up the mountain. But he could not see where he could get to that path. He knew that he had to get to the top of the mountain, somehow, for that was where he needed to be, where he wanted to be. But there he stood, he thought: Perhaps I can move around the mountain and find an easier way to go. So that was his decision, he stepped off the end of the path and began traversing the rough uneven ground, his feet slipping beneath him. But instead of heading in the direction of where he knew the path to be, he moved off in the direction where he noticed that the mountain seemed less steep. But before he got anywhere close to the mountain, he came upon a cliff unexpectedly and slipped off the edge. He fell down onto a ledge, unhurt and alive, but farther away from the mountain than he had ever been before. There was no way to climb the sheer rock face. If there was someone with a rope, they could come find me and pull me up. He thought. But there was Someone. Someone with a rope at the top of the cliff. He only had to cry out and the rope would come down and he would be saved from the ledge. The One with the rope knew that there were many who fell off this cliff onto the ledge, and He would always be faithful to reply to anyone who called out for help. And after He would pull them up from the ledge, He would guide them to where the One True Path started back up and they could continue their journey to where they needed to be, where they wanted to be.

If you find yourself on a ledge, don't accept it as your fate, there's still a mountain to climb after all. Sitting on a ledge will get you nowhere, and feeling sorry for yourself helps nothing. You need to realize that the ledge is not where you should be, and you need help to get off the ledge. You can't do it on your own. The faithful One with the rope is ready and waiting to take you from the ledge. All you have to do is trust Him.

I was crackng myself up again today....
Some things are just funny you know?


I don't really know how I feel about this change I've been going through since working at Calvin Crest. I'm more outspoken than I was before. Last night I was talking to Keith and I actually raised my voice in public! I NEVER would have done that before. I don't know if I like being outspoken. It reminds me of who I was when I was younger. Nobody liked me back then. Well, I had my friends, but back then I was the leader of my friends. In my 'click' I was the one who made the decisions. People depended on me. I was good at it. But I was a kid, a smart kid, but a kid nonetheless.

And now, that leader mindset has shoved its way back into my head, but I haven't got anybody to lead. And my friends are suffering for it. One in particular, who just happens I'll be visiting tomorrow.

Goodness, I wish I knew what I was doing before I do it. But I've learned something new about myself. Which is only half good, since learning it produced drama in a few relationships. Drama sucks. I have some apologizing to do, I didn't mean to hurt anybody(I didn't even know what I was doing), but it's my responsibility, because it happened on account of me.

I do wish there was somebody out there I could teach. Somebody I could help.
God has appointed me to be a leader, of what or who, I don't know. But I'm gonna need a whole lot more preparation until He can really use me in that. I want to be ready for when God decides to use me. So that's what you can pray for me.

Laughter is a good thing. I just don't know if laughing at yourself is good. It is fun. Suddenly realizing you know nothing after believing you know everything. To me, it's a good reason to laugh at yourself. I find it stinking hilarious.

There's something I want to get off my chest right now, but I have to wait for it.

You know, it's the little ironies that really get me. Sometimes I just bust up laughing. It's a good thing.

The following didn't actually happen, but it's a good summary of current events:

"Hey."
The young man looked up from his reverie, noticing that his friend had just spoken to him. "Hey, what's up?" he asked.
"Nothin' much." His friend replied. "What's goin' on with you?"
"Not much, just sitting here, alone, until you showed up. I'm..." The young man seemed to be at a momentary loss for words.
"You're what?" His friend asked.
"I don't know. Just bored, I guess."
"Somethin' bothering you?"
"What do you think?"
"Oh, that..." Now his friend was at a loss for words.
"Yeah, just a little on edge maybe." He explained, practically gritting his teeth.
A slightly confused look passed over his friend's face. "Why... no, I know why it bothers you, but, should you really let it get to you like that? I mean, it's not even your problem."
Now he really gritted his teeth. "I know. It's just... it shouldn't be a problem at all!"
"Whoa, man, no need to yell, I'm right here."
"I know, I'm sorry. I shouldn't let it get to me. It's just that it's such a huge change and...and..."
"And you can't help."
He steeled himself. "Yeah." He said in a huff.
"You don't even know what it is."
"I know... not knowing things always gets me into trouble. But I can't just give up. She's my sister."
"Maybe you should just take a break. Let whatever it is take it's course. She'll come around, I just know it."
"You're probably right. She's always been strong. If she still has a fraction of the strength she had before, she'll overcome it. I should just not worry."
"That's right you shouldn't. You've already said what you felt you needed to, you don't need to worry."
"You're right." he said, breaking a small grin for the first time in what felt like ages. "Thanks."
"It's what I'm here for Dave." His friend told him with a pat on the shoulder.

I saw a meteor fall out of the sky last night. The cool part was that it must've been less than three miles away, if I hadn't been driving, I may have even heard it. It was bright, kinda bluish in color as it broke up and burned as it fell. That was pretty cool. I'll bet I'm the only one who saw it. You always see those things from far away, I wonder what the odds are of seeing a meteor large enough to make it to the ground instead of burning up in the atmosphere.
That was pretty cool.