Ramblings

You turn around and you realize that it all has you trapped into a little space. Everything that encloses you is something you want. In fact, everything that encloses you is a gift that you are grateful to have. But when each one gets set into place, it creates this wall that you didn't realize was being built. You can't break through-you'll hurt the gifts if you do. And really, you don't want to break though. But what you do want is that feeling of freedom. But that means leaving some things behind. The comfort within these walls and the value of the gifts that make up the walls is enough to keep you feeling comfortable within. And yet, you feel yourself becoming just a little claustrophobic...

What you want is at the bottom of a lake somewhere. No problem when you have an air tank to take you to the bottom so you can retrieve it. But as you swim down, you realize you can no longer see the surface, every direction looks the same, and although you have plenty of air in your tank the feeling of the pressure of the water all around you makes it difficult to breathe. Which direction to go-up to the surface, or down towards the treasure?

You've been blindfolded and been told to walk towards home. You don't know which direction that is, and there are people all around you shouting directions to you. You know there is a single voice you can trust to tell you the truth, but you strain to hear that single voice among the noise...

You're going on a journey. You have no clue where the destination is, all you know is that you trust the one who sent you on the journey to believe him when he says you will not regret taking it. You have the directions in your hand, but although they're written in English it seems they're written in code.

Pressed down on every side, but not crushed...

Vague enough? Yeah, thought so.