Wednesday, 27 February 2008
I Crave a Rose
But he that dares not grasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose.- Anne Brontё, “The Narrow Way”
I was just thinking last night, lying on the floor, that there's a rose I sorely crave but the thorns look very brutal. I'm super scared of picking this particular rose. My emotions are doing all they can to keep me from reaching for it because they are trying to 'protect' me from immediate pain, but what they lack is the foresight to know that if I managed to pick the rose the pain would be worth it. Then there's also the ultimate fear of reaching for the rose and failing to get it, not reaching gives the delusional sense of "I could still do it if I wanted" whereas reaching and failing is final - you are forever cut off from the rose. So in the end it boils down to faith in all that I have learned and have seen to be true to make that leap in the dark.
Pray for me.