Monday, May 18, 2009

Struggles

Each journey the soul travels takes her higher.

There are journeys that are painful, because there is struggle. Struggle to wrestle out of one place to reach another, struggle to discern the good from the bad and put each in place, struggle to face ugliness and replace it with beauty. But in each of these, a sense of purpose overwhelms the pain and brings its own joy.

Then there are journeys that seem to have no purpose. Where nothing appears to be accomplished, all seems futile. There is no medicine to wash away the pain.

But every journey the soul travels takes her higher. It is only that in some, the destination is a place so distant, so lofty, she could never have imagined. Until she arrives.

5 comments:

Scraps said...

Sigh...still waiting to get there...

the sabra said...

Scraaaaaaaaaaaaaaps!
It's been like two hundred years! Er since you read/commented-not since you've been journeying ;)

Re the comment/post-well, KNOWING it brings ye halfway there, no?

Rachel said...

Thanks. I'm copying this.

Scraps said...

Actually, been reading pretty often, just don't usually have anything to add.

Not sure about halfway. Maybe a little closer, but not halfway.

the sabra said...

True. True true.
And neato bout the reading. I'm honored :)

Your welcome, Rachel. You know I didn't write it, right? It's a daily dose...