Stories upon
stories upon stories are told of how laughter is birthed through a grave of
defeat-of how songs spring forth from a well of misery. But some people
struggle with this revelation of another’s destiny. Some people find it hard to
believe-could that truly happen to me? They whisper these thoughts uncertainly.
I understand
that small voice-I have spoken with it before. It sits and wonders and then
turns around and faces you with fears made in monstrous contours-of
possibilities that cannot exist, of paths that you probably should not cross
because they hold traps of treacherous gutters that hold sewers of defeat. But
listen to me: there is more to you than you presently see-yes, there is more to
your destiny.
I need you to
understand-as a woman that has faced the fear of tragedy, as one that has stared
into the eyes of death’s hungry painful gaze of lost promises-there is more
than you can presently see.
Your path has
not wounded here to defeat your previous laughter and determined instincts.
I know it hurts,
whether it be death to relationships, friendships or even more-yes, the pain is
very sore. I can understand that feeling quite well so listen to someone who
has been there before.
You have more to
offer than you could possibly imagine. There is a pathway before you-that only
you have the key to unlock the treasure it holds. There is a secret within you
that only your mouth can speak because only your ears have been gifted with the
sound of its melody.
How do I hear it
,you may ask me? Well, it sounds a bit like your destiny but it carries the
pain of past experiences tendered softly into the sweet sorrowful sounds of a
happy melody but at the same time it is weighed heavily with the bitter taste
of regret but still manages to produce a heavy projection of prospects. This is
the beautiful sound it makes; this is the form in which it enables you to
create: dreams, and visions into realities.
This is how it
sounds-its mingled with a tingle of all your past sounds. Mixed up in a jingle
of fears, faith and a feisty determination to face the future. That is the
joyous sound it makes in your ears-if only you would stop staring at regret and
fearing the many doors you now look into as possible paths for future endeavors.
Take this moment-to
listen to the voice of your heart. Converse with your soul and see what
thoughts it has to share with your words-watch how it changes your perspective
into a more powerful form.
You see, what happens
with people unfortunately is they fall into this dangerous tunnel of defeat and
they get lost in the echo it produces as they sink suddenly unto their knees.
They pay so much attention to that one powerful wound-you know the sore-the
bruise life gives us to hurt our present mood; the sore that changes the
landscape of your view. The one that speaks of so much regret and pain and
resurrects the past filled with dead promises, a gaze into memory’s face.
Yes that sore is
the one I speak of-that deep wound has the power to hold one hostage for so
long in that deep pit of pain. And they seem to forget-people cross this bridge
to meet their destiny again. Its like all life’s forces conspire to push you
towards the right path and in that determination to make you face your future
task, a mistake is made in the form of regrets and losses and faded faces and
this is where the ditch of doubt is twisted into a lifetime of regret and
riddled with the disease of past debts.
People fail to
leave that ditch behind-they do not notice the rope that dangles softly to the
side. You know the rope; right?
The one that
hangs loosely in the dark beside that ditch you have sunk into-that hole in
your heart-there is a rope of hope that moves so softly-like a breeze-a lot of
people perceive its presence but not many see-you see, because they have been
blinded by defeat.
It dangles so
softly-and it has enormous power in the swish it makes as it swings from one
side to another-silently it calls for your hands to make haste. I encourage you
take it-you know, those moments when hope speaks that all is not lost, keep
holding on, you will come out of this deep defeat. I need you to hold that
rope, and use it to push ahead-hold it for dear life-literally it is the only
way out of your present fear of death-death to your dreams, your stories, and
even your destiny.
Hold that rope
of hope and use it to push forward and you will come out and face the path
ahead. Because the magical thing about that rope is when you hold it close, it
speaks to your heart and heals the wounds of a dangerous sore and it makes it a
strong scar.
It will be a
scar from which you speak to people about how to move forward in their dreams
because once you join forces with the hands of destiny, you are no longer a
prisoner of defeat, you are no longer bound to the well of uncertainty. So hold
that rope, please-step out of your present misery-so your purpose may finally
be given the breathe it needs to speak.