There was once a man, who tried to look for life, he was wandering from the east to the west, finding ways to quench his desires, to fill the hole within himself. Before him stood 3 bottles of water, wine and spirits. He thought to himself, all my life I have been drinking things to sustain myself, isotonic drinks, teas, alchohol and fizzy pop.
He had three choices and each choice would either satisfy or destroy, the man decided he'd take his time and think this through, so he went on with his life, when things got tough, he returned to the bottles of three. There before him he sought for a relief to make him forget about the worries of life, to forget and live a moment of extacy. Without a second thought he grabbed the bottle of spirits and drunk it down with out a second to breath, the air became hot, and his skin began to perspire, every breath became deeper, and things became stranger, an ability to dance so he thought, an ability to express all his emotions and anger, a moment to live his life the way he wanted to rid the frustration that was brought upon him. He ran from left to right or was it right to left so he thought, in circles he ran and visions of two were in his eyes. Smiling without reason and bliss with courage. But like all those who drank of this bottle, he fell and collapsed, trying to bring himself up things go messy, smiling and laughing like a crazy old man, stumbling left and right, not knowing which direction to head, only that he wanted to find a place to expel the torrent within his stomach, his mission failed and he spewed all over the place, the heat left him, and the sweat that kept him all so cool, became a cold icy sweat, emotions forgotten for the moment came tumbling back like a lion pouncing on it's prey. "I cannot withstand this no longer" He thought he shouted, but his shouts of hurts became tears.. tears that streamed down his face, wishing that people will hear his hurts, to understand the pressure that life is taking on him, making him take a toll in life.
"Oh why don't people understand" he gargled in his tears, "all I want is to rest, to forget the pains and hurts that have come and gone, but still haunt me like a blizzards night, who can give me strength I say? who can help me from this place?" As the comfort of the alcohol left him, emptiness was more apparent than before, perhaps more spirits will help he thought? but alas spirits were gone, and wine was not something he wanted to drown in, something so weak he thought. could not comfort the pains he has carried through the days he walked.
So stumbling away he walked on a path, of destruction and crave, not being able to fill the hole that was left from the place of three bottles. Days became months and months became years, losing his mind, but keeping his state, putting a mask, and having a wishful thought. One day, I will find a peace he said, I will... But as it was, life was not kind, it brought another storm of pains and hurts, whispering in his ear, 'be free, break free, why must you conform to society?' it lingered and became louder, like a speaker that was put to full volume. Crazy thoughts came to his mind, and off to clubs and any place that could make him feel some sort of mix, to lose yourself in the music he thought was good, but when all was over he walked back to the place, where he found the bottle of three... two more drinks stood before him, water and wine. In desperation he reached out and took the wine, a thought came through his mind, perhaps it might not be as strong as spirits, but it will surely help me feel good for a while. He sipped it and as the warm liquid went down his throat caressing it with a nice hot feeling as if a cup of cocoa on a winters night, he took time to enjoy it, staring into the sparkle of the wine, he lost himself, thinking of pleasures and lust, falling into depression, into the deepest darkest areas, where a false sense of comfort laid, waiting for him like a prostitute waiting for her prospect, luring him in she gave him words of comfort, assuring him everything he was doing was good, the surge of pleasure went from his head to toe, in and orgasmic way, he could not explain how good it felt, but the good was mixed with pain, he could not understand, if it was happiness or sadness, she whispered "I am with you", holding him close, depressions breasts pressed against him, oh how good did it feel, this wine I must have more he thought, tears and pains depression teased him, with comfort she held him, but with happiness she stole, a feeling of goodness in bad, he thought what was this? the lights around him were slowly dimming, and the mountains seem as if they were growing, walls were closing and soon he was on a spiral, desperatly trying to climb up but failing miserably, content spoke to him, you deserve to be down here, depression held him closer, saying "it's okay, I am here with you". But this oxymoron feeling could not make him feel at peace, one moment he was happy, but he was sad in reality, and the comforts of depression consumed him..
Waking up with a hang over, throbbing head and pain in his back, he stood, only to find that he was held down, looking up as if from a distance, he could see a small almost as small as a glitter of a star, a light, a long way to climb, depression begged him to stay, but the wine could only last as long as that, he decided, it's time I climbed out, climbing out depression pulled hard, reminding him of how she was there when no one was, how she slept with him and cradled him in her arms. he would climb a little and fall a lot more, it was like an endless battle. "Oh how will I escape" he said to himself,
"Am I destined to be caught in the arms of depression?", in the spur of all the confusion, a rope appeared to him , a light followed him up the spiral, and a flame stopped the hands of depression from clasping on to him, "What is this?" he pondered. Climbing higher and higher, the light was getting brighter and brighter, as if not seeing light for a long time, it pierced his eyes and brought much pain, the temptation of letting go and falling back grew the strongest, as he clasped the last step to arrive back at the top. But the thought of being stuck with no place to go, he pushed to the end and escaped.
Thirst came down on him like a flood crashing into his body, clasping on the rope he saw no one, the flame disappeared and the light blended into the light that surrounded him. One more bottle he thought, I will drink it, I am too thirsty, and my throat is sore, my lips are cracking and my mouth is on fire, walking towards the last bottle, he drank.. and drank.. and drank, No strange thoughts came pass his mind, nor did he feel the sudden urge to dance like a king, nor did the light leave, or the pains grow deep. But as if a comforter, quenching his thirst, and re-energizing him, Strength returned where it disappeared for so long, and life became so much clearer, there was no losing of himself no more, but a clear path, as if a cloud had been lifted from his eyes, and a path laid before him. "Why did I try so hard" he mumbled, "when all I had to do was really drink some water? " Hope came upon him like a dove and the arms of a loving wife. No more did he find the need to run away or hide, no more pains or confusions that was bringing him nothing but lies, no, all he had to do now was walk, and walk he did, with life!
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I suppose like this man, when we are thirsty, we drink all the wrong things, depression, slumber, pain, and hurt, when all we had to do was drink some life, some encouragement, to accept that we are not alone, to have that hurt filled with hope, to have the confusion filled with life and direction, to have peace without strive, to remember good instead of the lies of life.
Jesus said, I am the truth the way and the life, I am the good shepherd that lays down his life for his sheep, I am the alpha and omega, the beginning and the end, I am the bread of life and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty again!
Luke 11:11-13
Amplified Bible (AMP)
11 What father among you, if his son asks for [a]a loaf of bread, will give him a stone; or if he asks for a fish, will instead of a fish give him a serpent?
12 Or if he asks for an egg, will give him a scorpion?
13 If you then, evil as you are, know how to give good gifts [gifts [b]that are to their advantage] to your children, how much more will your heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to those who ask and [c]continue to ask Him!
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