One story I read sometime ago mentioned about how, sometimes, salvation comes in the weirdest and least expected forms. The lead character’s deliverance came in the form of bright neon spikes; mine came in the form of a single message from someone I hardly saw.
After a night of releasing pent-up emotions and waking up to the seemingly hateful glare of the sun, the prospect of continuing the things I had committed to seemed rather bothersome. Seeing as I had no choice but to comply, I carried on with my usual daily routine and as I was about to leave the house, I grabbed my cellular phone and checked for messages. The first message I got to read became the driving force that got me through the rest of the day, through the days leading up to judgment night, and ultimately to judgment night itself. The message read something like this: “…courage is found when one continues to fight a losing battle…” it might have been simple, but it hit me square in the face.
I remembered that giving up was rarely an option for me before; I’ve always known what I was capable of; and I’ve often tried my damned hardest to live up to what is expected of me. So, what is the point of giving up, when one is a sliver closer to one’s desire? I asked myself that very question and when I found it difficult to answer, I knew I was meant to continue, and for all the right reasons.
That message became the rescue I was looking for; the assurance that everything’s not over, until it’s over. It is indeed funny how one often finds salvation in the strangest nooks and crannies, isn’t it?
After a night of releasing pent-up emotions and waking up to the seemingly hateful glare of the sun, the prospect of continuing the things I had committed to seemed rather bothersome. Seeing as I had no choice but to comply, I carried on with my usual daily routine and as I was about to leave the house, I grabbed my cellular phone and checked for messages. The first message I got to read became the driving force that got me through the rest of the day, through the days leading up to judgment night, and ultimately to judgment night itself. The message read something like this: “…courage is found when one continues to fight a losing battle…” it might have been simple, but it hit me square in the face.
I remembered that giving up was rarely an option for me before; I’ve always known what I was capable of; and I’ve often tried my damned hardest to live up to what is expected of me. So, what is the point of giving up, when one is a sliver closer to one’s desire? I asked myself that very question and when I found it difficult to answer, I knew I was meant to continue, and for all the right reasons.
That message became the rescue I was looking for; the assurance that everything’s not over, until it’s over. It is indeed funny how one often finds salvation in the strangest nooks and crannies, isn’t it?
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