Last week was a tough one for me. In fact, it was probably the most emotionally difficult week of my life…so far. During times like these, I tend to become a bit introspective.
On most days, you see your life as water in a stream, flowing down a defined path. You can see the channel ahead of you but you can never see its end. As you go along, there are a few twists and turns. There are also a few rocks. Some rocks you flow over. Some you flow around. Some you pick up in your current and carry along.
At times, the water runs slow and calm. The air around you is quiet. You can’t see the path ahead, but that’s okay because you’ve been traveling along the same path for so long that it has become predictable. Trees fall and you pass under them. You trickle along.
In an instant, the calm quietness gives way to a loud rumble. You find yourself tumbling over an edge. You can’t hang on. You fall fast and can’t see the bottom. Everything seems out of control. You brace yourself for pain.
With a fast-beating heart you reach the bottom with a loud crash. You tumble over and over and over again, hurt and unable to catch your breath. You feel disoriented, confused, and gasp for air. The current carries you against your will. The path is unfamiliar but you try to regain control. Looking around, everything seems different and scary. You are very afraid.
Just when you think the pain and fear are too great to bear, you look behind and see beauty. It provides a sense of peace.
As you move away from the tragedy and the beauty, the memories of both remain and you carry them with you down this new path.
Sometimes the memories cause you stumble over roots…
…but most of the time the memories of those experiences are used to sprout color in the strange, new world.
Has any single experience changed your perspective on life?