Truth 11/05/07

How silly this is, how world has been filled with drama. The truth has been told by someone else as a release yet it has consequences. When can it be the day that we can take the criticism and the good with the bad? How can we tell someone face to face, when they misinterpret everything that is coming off of your lips. How do you know that these things, these pressures are for your development and ours.
Once we think that we need no one, is the time wen we need everyone. When that time slows down just for you to realize what you need to do. It's not a verdict but a choice. We surround ourselves by noise and space because we realize that honestly, we can never be alone. We need someone to occupy space because it's needed not wanted. When can we honestly say that we love someone because we need them. Or is it the other way around. Which is the correct choice to make.
At least in my life, it has become very sticky. Friends are fighting, mothers are crying, and people are losing their way. It surrounds me, tries to consume me, but it will not prevail. You see, I have a choice, a simple one but complex in its nature. I can choose the right way or the wrong way. I can help or neglect, but how many will suffer if I do nothing. If I do something, what will happen to me. Will I survive? Will I keep together.? Will my world finally fall apart? Will time stop ticking? When I cry out for Jesus, will I recover fast enough. Will I be able to save the souls that saved me. The people that made me, me. The ones that picked me up when I had no arms to reach, no words to speak, no breath to breathe; the ones that held me close until I could see the sunlight again. The ones that nurtured and helped. The ones that understood, but never had to speak. Their acts so loud that I didn't even have to blink to know what was true. To realize that my life was bigger through you. That without this, my life is incomplete. Knowing that you are there day and night, all the time, without a fight. I can go to you at whatever time. You'll listen, you'll understand.
So as I close this note, to those to read. I hope you see how different things could possibly be. Don't take things bad, don't take them good. Just think bout it, until it's understood, what I'm trying to say. It not to someone, but me. It's a letter to myself when I don't believe. It's to those in a struggle or see things in a different way.