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There is one thing in life that will always hold true. In every person, there is a passionate, burning, even fanatical desire for more....
Most try to get over this excruciating desire by burying it. Human nature is to numb the pain, to control our hunger, to never feel it too deeply lest it undo us. We destroy the very spirit of life within us as we try to subdue the raving lunacies of our own hopes and dreams. To give into these desires open oneself up to horrifying failures, yet to dull those vivid fairy tales deadens not only our hope, but our very souls. Light becomes a little dimmer, the colors around us fade, the monotony of everyday drags us along. We don't live... we merely exist. The deadened soul takes more and more to stimulate it, and the downward spiral leads to anger, then acceptance, and finally dependency. Sometimes, out of great desperation to feel anything at all, we go out of our way to provoke ourselves. Even still, we never seem to quite know what we want. We buy a new car, vacation to paradise, and own a new pair of sunglasses, yet the craving never seems to wane. Our desires are diverted into material possessions, because we never quite realize what we genuinely need. We try food, television, and sex, back and forth, back and forth, and yet we never quite find satisfaction or even the lowly status of contentment. We always long for something more...
What is it that makes life worth living? What drives the human conscious into remaining within a place of such indifference and hate? What is it that makes a domain of ominous gloaming transform to a world of resplendent aurora, giving birth to those magnificent beams of hope? Such a thing is so simple, yet beyond the comprehension of the greatest minds. An astonishingly fragile link if left exclusive, yet once bound with another it holds so tight that time forever could not loosen the bind. Such a thing is the key to a world full of beauty and happiness, of jubilant exclamations and rhapsodic cries. It holds no grudges and carries no burdens. Such a thing is more valuable than the holy grail, more elusive than the fountain of youth, and more awesome than the tallest mountain and the deepest sea. Such a thing is known simply as love.
Love is the source of both our most noble ambitions and our deepest sorrows. Once lost, it places us in the most terrible despair one could ever know, yet once found, it breathes a life into our souls that only then will we ever truly be alive. The loss of love makes one lose all desire to wake up from our slumber, all hope for a future worth exploring, all sense of that amazing breath of life given to us at the start. Yet, even still... those of us who still hold tight to their fairy tale hopes and impossible dreams keep a steadfast watch for that spark to come back to them. Some never get the opportunity, while others only see it but once. One would never expect to receive such a gift twice, and yet, it happens, as it has happened to me.
The moment I rested my fears on the One that had given me back my soul, I realized He was by far God's most beautiful creation. It made me realize every one of my self-conscious flaws were in fact absolute perfections. This Man was God living on a fallen earth that wasn't meant to hold such an aesthetic beauty. He deserved the absolute best in His kingdom, and yet somehow He chose a far lessor man. I knew immediately that I did not deserve Him. He was everything I had ever wanted, a God I saw in my deepest, most unattainable dreams, and yet here He was in front of my eyes, a living piece of heaven I thought I would never see. This was the God that lived deep in my soul since the beginning of time, my soul mate that I never could have guessed existed. I had once thought my heart was lost forever, a memory long-faded as time crept by, yet it was found by the God that was meant to hold it all along. Not only did He own my heart, but He willingly gave all of His to me as well. Jesus was His name, and He still gives His love with steadfast resolve, a love that is eternal.
Dedicated to AshleyRachael, who inspired me to actually post one of my writings.
Most try to get over this excruciating desire by burying it. Human nature is to numb the pain, to control our hunger, to never feel it too deeply lest it undo us. We destroy the very spirit of life within us as we try to subdue the raving lunacies of our own hopes and dreams. To give into these desires open oneself up to horrifying failures, yet to dull those vivid fairy tales deadens not only our hope, but our very souls. Light becomes a little dimmer, the colors around us fade, the monotony of everyday drags us along. We don't live... we merely exist. The deadened soul takes more and more to stimulate it, and the downward spiral leads to anger, then acceptance, and finally dependency. Sometimes, out of great desperation to feel anything at all, we go out of our way to provoke ourselves. Even still, we never seem to quite know what we want. We buy a new car, vacation to paradise, and own a new pair of sunglasses, yet the craving never seems to wane. Our desires are diverted into material possessions, because we never quite realize what we genuinely need. We try food, television, and sex, back and forth, back and forth, and yet we never quite find satisfaction or even the lowly status of contentment. We always long for something more...
What is it that makes life worth living? What drives the human conscious into remaining within a place of such indifference and hate? What is it that makes a domain of ominous gloaming transform to a world of resplendent aurora, giving birth to those magnificent beams of hope? Such a thing is so simple, yet beyond the comprehension of the greatest minds. An astonishingly fragile link if left exclusive, yet once bound with another it holds so tight that time forever could not loosen the bind. Such a thing is the key to a world full of beauty and happiness, of jubilant exclamations and rhapsodic cries. It holds no grudges and carries no burdens. Such a thing is more valuable than the holy grail, more elusive than the fountain of youth, and more awesome than the tallest mountain and the deepest sea. Such a thing is known simply as love.
Love is the source of both our most noble ambitions and our deepest sorrows. Once lost, it places us in the most terrible despair one could ever know, yet once found, it breathes a life into our souls that only then will we ever truly be alive. The loss of love makes one lose all desire to wake up from our slumber, all hope for a future worth exploring, all sense of that amazing breath of life given to us at the start. Yet, even still... those of us who still hold tight to their fairy tale hopes and impossible dreams keep a steadfast watch for that spark to come back to them. Some never get the opportunity, while others only see it but once. One would never expect to receive such a gift twice, and yet, it happens, as it has happened to me.
The moment I rested my fears on the One that had given me back my soul, I realized He was by far God's most beautiful creation. It made me realize every one of my self-conscious flaws were in fact absolute perfections. This Man was God living on a fallen earth that wasn't meant to hold such an aesthetic beauty. He deserved the absolute best in His kingdom, and yet somehow He chose a far lessor man. I knew immediately that I did not deserve Him. He was everything I had ever wanted, a God I saw in my deepest, most unattainable dreams, and yet here He was in front of my eyes, a living piece of heaven I thought I would never see. This was the God that lived deep in my soul since the beginning of time, my soul mate that I never could have guessed existed. I had once thought my heart was lost forever, a memory long-faded as time crept by, yet it was found by the God that was meant to hold it all along. Not only did He own my heart, but He willingly gave all of His to me as well. Jesus was His name, and He still gives His love with steadfast resolve, a love that is eternal.
Dedicated to AshleyRachael, who inspired me to actually post one of my writings.
